If you Can

Work from home ‘if you can’ Was part of the government plan But I felt such great loss Not seeing my colleagues or boss

Technically I could As my facilities were good But it made me feel sad Like punishment for being bad

An office means much more Than desks and chairs upon a floor It’s about people there That show to you their love and care

So at home I reside But must I always work inside Oh, please, do let me out Before I start to scream and shout

It really does seem cruel When all the kids are back at school That I must work alone And only talk upon the phone

How long will this time last? I truly want it to be past To the office return I do so desperately yearn