The Custodial Artist
Not suicidal
Just along for the ride
I prefer to live on
Along with my maker
In stride
For a soul, to withstand the test of time
When it cries for freedom
A mark that holds on to my heart
I need that new start
So, back to that school
From six years ago
Cleaning the mess
As my souls' verse, begins to flow
Scrubbing floors
Vacuuming carpets
Shining the chrome on the water fountain
That was once dull
Dust mopping the hall
It's good to be back
For my heart needs repair
I'll take a fresh scent
Through the mildewed air
People do change
If given a chance
Onward I surge
A custodians last dance
poem by Matt Mondschein
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