CELIA'S POEMS

            No 66   May 22

            You often say the things I write,

            Are just what you’ve been thinking,

            Well that might not be so today,

            You may think I’ve been drinking.

            I like the world as it is now,

            Not the virus, of course,

            But over these last twenty years,

            Things have just got worse,

            No-one has time anymore,

            Their lives are one big rush,

            Since we have had to stay inside,

            There’s been a bit of hush.

            For instance, when people buy a dog,

            A walk’s one thing it needs,

            But they can’t be bothered,

            So give someone else the lead,

            The pubs are open half the night,

            With bouncers on the door,

            There’s often someone fighting,

            It’s not pleasant anymore.

            So when they let us out of here,

            Let’s lead a better life,

            ‘cause life’s too short for worrying,