CELIA'S POEMS
No 326
February 04
The days
are long,
And we’re
stuck inside,
I never
thought I’d appreciate,
To the
shops a little ride.
Geoff’s
just got our new passports,
I love his
optimism,
We’ve just
put them in a drawer,
‘cause here
we are in prison.
Don’t get
me wrong, we should be here,
We all must
try our best,
Let’s just
hope the lunatics,
The police
will soon arrest.
Those
passports sitting in the drawer,
Make me
think of where we’ve been,
We’ve been
so many places,
On travel
we are both keen.
Well
memories are one thing,
Oh how
should I just put it,
Although
they are so wonderful,
For me they
just don’t cut it.
I want to
go to Marco,
In the
airport, a wheelchair I must use,
But it will
not stop me going,
I simply
just refuse.