CELIA'S POEMS

No 371          March 20

This year will be remembered,

For so many things,

Not seeing all your loved ones,

And the misery it brings.

In years to come it won’t seem much,

Just having to stay inside,

But ask the people who went through it,

It was not an easy ride.

The cafes and the pubs were shut,

No bingo halls to meet,

We had to stay inside so much,

No friends allowed to greet.

No sounds of childrens voices,

As they couldn’t play in the park,

I’m not surprised they got fed up,

When all they did was walk.

It did seem quite eerie,

When going through the town,

It was Oh so quiet,

As most shops were closed down.

You couldn’t go inside a shop,

Unless a mask you wore,

You’d to get passed the security,

All waiting at the door.

The sanitizer companies would do well,

Everywhere cleaned every minute,

If you touched something without a glove,

They immediately had to bin it.

So in about a hundred years,

In Celia’s book they see it,

They probably think it wasn’t bad,

But they did not live through it.

She’s called The Lockdown Laureate,

But she wasn’t in a cell,

Well that bit they are right about,

But it has sure been hell.