No 87 June 12
Well weíve been locked up a long time now,
How have you all faired,
I donít know if you feel like me,
It does make me feel scared.
With all the rules and regulations,
I think I might be doing wrong,
I may queue in the wrong place,
And not where I belong.
I see people I have known for years,
But dare not get too near,
My voice is very quiet,
I donít think they can hear.
Weíre waiting for instructions,
Opening next, what will it be,
I hope itís the hairdressers,
Iím desperate you see.
The social distancing is needed,
And I suppose,doing itís job,
But it makes you avoid other people,
I really feel that Iím a snob.
So before they let me out again,
Iíll have to get it right,
The world has changed before my eyes,
I hope weíve won the fight.
But when we finally are free,
Iím sure youíll remember the time,
When Celia sent you a verse each day,
And got it all to rhyme.