CELIA'S POEMS

            No 174    September 07

            A lot of you say to me,

            You don’t know how I do it,

            I’d be glad to tell you,

            If I really knew it.

            A little something comes to mind,

            And that just starts me going,

            And then of course a poem is there,

            Without me really knowing.

            When I said I’d write a poem each day,

            So many moons ago,

            I didn’t realise what I’d said,

            In fact no-one could know.

            But it’s turned out advantageous,

            When I take a look,

            It kept us all together,

            And I may have a book.

            We won’t let Covid beat us,

            Our bubble it can’t burst,

            So let the damn thing fizzle out,

            When it has done it’s worst.

            I hope that time’s not far away,

            We have no way of knowing,

            But one thing is for certain,

            We will keep on going.