CELIA'S POEMS

            No 165   August 29

            Well I suppose I could get depressed,

            Looking at the holiday we’d planned,

            We’ve already lost one,

            Now this one will be banned.

            So there goes another one,

            To America we were heading,

            But the only thing that’s flying now,

            Is that ruddy virus, spreading.

            As I have said already,

            Christmas I can’t think about,

            I like my family round me,

            I don’t want to be without.

            After a hectic Christmas,

            New Year’s Eve is our quiet night,

            Geoff and I have a lovely meal,          

            And put the world to rights.

            At midnight we watch fireworks,

            And the clock strike on TV,

            We kiss and say “Happy New Year Love”,

            The future we can’t see.

            I’m writing 2020 off,

            It’s been o lousy year,

            And hoping ’21 will see,

            Everything being clear.

            I can’t believe I said that,

            My writing pad wants it gone,

            360 pages seemed a lot,

            But I’ll need another one.