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The Cleaning Man (poem)

Updated on August 27, 2014

Another day had ended at my work

A brief repose from my monotony

An endless trail of life not meant to be

Perhaps fine dining may give life a perk

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Was here I stumbled on a cleaning man

All night he labored clearing other’s mess

That morning glow would day before suppress

And he repeated deeds as night began

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Yet he took so much pride in what he did

Each speck of dust he wipe most carefully

All chrome and glass was brought to clarity

And every flaw this man’s perfection hid

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His dignity and style just drove me wild

How could his best face other’s mess each day

I asked and stood at center of display

The cleaning man then walked away and smiled

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 2 years ago from The Caribbean

      This cleaning man lives a life of purpose. It has to make sense only to him--a model of integrity.

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      Sam Tumblin 2 years ago from Eunice, La.

      Despite what some may view as less glamorous, this gentleman still did his job with dignity and respect. Quality that is very rare today. "Cleaning Man" very good life lesson poem.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Even the most humble professions can bring us a sense of pride. Great moral here Martin!

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      Victor W. Kwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

      You spun a nice tale with a lesson for everyone.

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