CELIA'S POEMS

No 219       October 23

During the last world war,

It was a well known fact,

There was a theatre in London,

Every night put on an act.

It never ever closed it’s doors,

For the forces it was there,

It was called The Windmill Theatre,

They were always there to care.

London was being gutted,

Children sent away,

But The Windmill still kept open,

For the forces every day.

Well the war went on for seven years,

That’s just what worries me,

Just what can I talk about,

I won’t let this thing beat me.

I’ve told you all about my life,

Something else I’ll have to find,

But please don’t start to worry,

Something else will come to mind.

You’re keeping me from Alzheimer’s,

I’ve still got work to do,

I’ll just keep my brain working,

And keep in touch with you.