CELIA'S POEMS

No 247       November 19

I won’t give up this poetry,

To tell the truth I can’t,

When I run out of things to say

I’ll be an agony aunt.

With all my life experience,

I think I should be good,

If someone needed my advice,

I’d help them if I could.

I suppose I would be limited,

I’m no hairdresser or nurse,

And of course my advice,

Would have to be in verse.

I know a lot about children,

That’s an understatement for sure,

I’m glad we found the answer,

To not having any more.

I really think young men today,

Try to help and do their bit,

In my day it was different,

To ask for help they had a fit.

So I could be an agony aunt,

The agony I’ve known,

But now it’s all just memories,

My how the time has flown.