CELIA'S POEMS
No 186 September 19
I keep on
writing all my poems,
Thank
goodness that I do,
I’ve got to
keep Fingers busy,
He loves
typing them for you.
Today a
thought came to me,
About this
mess we’re in,
And then it
depresses me,
When are we
going to win.
Killer,
Bug, Virus,
Words we do
not like,
And now
there is another one,
We may get
another “Spike”,
With my
writing, Geoff’s typing,
We’ve got
through this quite well,
But for
some of you we realise.
It must
have been pure hell.
I think
I’ll have to stop these poems,
When I tell
you, you may agree,
I know you
would not like it,
But just
wait and see.
I’m sure
this virus hangs about,
And we will
not be free,
It just
waits like all the rest of you,
To hear a
poem from me.