Their Weight In Gold

Summoned again, To my workplace. By superb people, I won't embrace. A distant chat, But a lengthy one. This virus reality, We'll overcome. Tomorrow morning, Early and bright. I leave my abode, With sheer delight. On quiet roads, I'll venture on. Don't Stop blaring, A Fleetwood Mac song. The kettles on, For Assam tea. When I arrive, Waiting for me. For duty calls, A museum to protect. Exhibits to look after, And people to respect. Good friends I've got The salt of the earth. Their weight in gold, Is what they're worth.