Nothing to do
on certain days
I remain happy.
Takes place once in a way
most I work hard
wish for a pause.
Around the house
I go up and down in frequence
a part of my nature.
Check the emails
every now and then
as though I am a celebrity.
Receive incessant calls,
answer in a hurry,
as if I cannot spare a minute.
Active inside the house
do not intend to go out,
sweat and fret within the walls.
An alibi I follow for decades
meet few regulars
stay cheerful at home.
Love to continue like this
confined to solitude
Silence brings immense pleasure.
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