CELIA'S POEMS

            No 118  July 13

            I keep going to write a final poem,

            But I just cannot do it,

            Some of you are still locked in,

            I’ve got to see you through it.

            I know you like to read my poems,

            With the first meal of the day,

            I just could not spoil this,

            I’ll carry on, OKAY.

            If we get any new rules,

            I’ll put them into verse,

            If not, I’ve got lots of poems,

            They’re there as a reserve.

            There may be different subjects,

            Which I’m sure you’re going to like,

            We’ve turned into a family,

            I won’t print what you dislike.

            Some of us have ventured out,

            To get our lives on track,

            But I understand there’s others,

            Who are frightened to come back.

            We won’t know what the future holds,

            And the new rules seem a strain,

            But when we’ve just got used to them,

            They’ll change them all again.

            So let’s all take it slowly,

            And rejoin the human race,

            And look forward to the moment,

            When we meet face to face.