Locked down, locked in.
Taking it nervously, on the chin.
Home, whilst others work so hard,
Feeling guilty in my yard.
Who am I, I ask myself,
Left isolated on the shelf?
Keeping busy every day,
Yet worries do not go away.
Suddenly, or so it seems,
I’m not needed in the teams.
I know I shouldn’t feel this way,
When others have to work all day.
But honestly, nowhere to go,
My life is now one long furlough.

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