Ode to My Quarantine Friend

What do we do with hands that are idle
In a town that has closed down for the day?
I look for an idea whose title
Will encourage a desire to play,
But my choices are now regulated
To all that’s been experienced before.
I have seen this and it now feels dated
Even though, in the past, it would adore
Me with its shiny, new plastic touch screen.
I would touch all its colorful buttons
To take me places I’d never been,
Living the lifestyle of tech gluttons.
This toy no longer allows me to feel,
And I long for a time when things were real.