I have heard of a tale of a long ago time

Before age took strong hold of my mind

Way back when people had fun in the Sun

Children would laugh and they would run

Couples made love, picnicked in the park

Before there came along the day of dark

Now people spend all of their time inside

As from the great pandemic they try to hide

Wondering if the way back will ever return

Is it buried like ashes in an ancient urn?