CELIA'S POEMS

            No 46   May 02

            I know that we don’t realise

            Or give it too much thought,

            But we will go down in history,

            For the battle we all fought.

            We weren’t issued with weapons,

            ‘cause the killer we couldn’t see,

            We were really like prisoners,

            Not allowed to go out free.

            At first it didn’t seem much good,

            We saw no difference at all,

            The number of fatalities,

            Didn’t seem to fall.

            The only uniform we had,

            Were gloves and a face mask,

            How long we were to be locked in,

            We just did not dare to ask.

            Working round the clock for us,

            Were the experts and NHS,

            Although we hadn’t much to do,

            It seemed to cause us stress.

            I think the end of the tunnel,

            May be somewhere in sight,

            But it’s not just round the corner,

            We’ll have to carry on the fight.

            We don’t want to get out too soon,

            Be in hospital as a patient,

            We’ll just have to sit it out,

            And be the other kind of patient.

            So when the nightmare ends for us,

            We’ll party in the street,

            But don’t forget the “Social Distance”

            Don’t go nearer than six feet.