Captive of the Virus

I’m a captive of the Virus.

I’m confined to house and home.

I stay close to my front doorstep

and my feet no longer roam.

Lunch and coffee with my friends

are just a distant memory.

And there is no change a’ coming

for as far as I can see.

But I’m busy every minute.

I am always working hard.

There’s no end to boring housework.

There’s always work out in the yard.

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