Grandma

I know a woman who can go anywhere, do anything
Visit anyplace in the world
Whether it be Paris, Honolulu, the Stardust Ballroom
Or even Siberia, for that matter
She sits on the porch of the home the entire day
All but crippled from longtime ailments
But her mind is still so strong
And her impotent dreams so powerful
That even though she can’t cross the yard
She can cross the sea.

You, however, are not that woman
Your world is a television screen
Which flickers randomly from channel to channel
You have neither the strength nor the inclination
To get up and change the dial
And bereft of your remote control
Are condemned to stare at static
Or foreign stations
And about the only program that can still stir you
Is the occasional film noir.