Remote Working
Your hand taps on my arm
then points towards the door
now you have decided
that I can't work anymore
Logging on way too early
I'm due a break for sure
especially for someone
I don't want to ignore
You ask me for a story
one that we've shared before
I'm told I need to read it
sat on the bathroom floor
Time is always precious
who knows what's in store?
I'll always be your grand-dude
but you won't always be four.
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