CELIA'S POEMS

No 329         February 07

The nights are getting lighter,

That’s a sign that Spring is near,

But up to now no-one’s told us,

When we’ll get out of here.

I think we’re all fed up now,

And getting to the end of our tether,

At least we can perhaps get out,

If we’re blessed with some good weather.

Summer makes you think of holidays,

I don’t know why I said that,

I’ve thought about nothing else,

By some pool I’ve dreamt I sat.

Let’s face it it’s been almost a year now,

Still waiting for the day,

When we can put this behind us,

And just get on our way.

We’ll look on it as an experience,

One we could have done without

It’s taken far too many lives,

Of that there is no doubt.

This isn’t a happy poem,

But then we’re short of good news now,

I’ll put my thinking cap on,

And bring you a smile somehow