CELIA'S POEMS
No 299 January 08
I’ve had my
second injection now,
So we’ll
just wait and see,.
Does that
mean I am immune,
And allowed
to go free.
The trouble
is I’d be on my own,
My “toy
boy” can’t get one yet,
So I’m not
going anywhere,
An escape I
will forget.
There’s
nothing to be frightened of,
Everything
has been just great,
It’s all
you young and fit ones,
That will
make me have to wait.
They’ve
given me a little card,
To say I’ve
had it done,
I suppose
I’ll need it with my passport,
So I can
show everyone.
I’ve just
got a new passport,
Every page
is very clean,
Can’t wait
to get some stamps on it,
To show
where I have been.
So I will
not be happy,
‘til a poem
you’ll think is grand,
With a
photograph from Marco,
With a
Margarita in my hand.