End of May feelings in the form of a poem

I’m feeling strangely inept.
Tired voices tell me the job I discarded
Should have been kept.
I almost wept.

A simple, daily task.
Floored by inexperience, panic veiled
by a confident mask.
I couldn’t ask.

Now I sit distraught.
Regretting not approaching boss for lesson
He would happily have taught.
I have learnt naught.

RC 31-5-21