Dangit

I swept the floor, but it's dirty again...pretty much what I expected. The accumulation of dirt and grim is something safe to have projected. If cleanliness is a thing which one truly desires Then cleaning is an act that never can expire. Objects long to air exposed become receptacles of dust disposed. Dirt of itself does indeed deface, yet everything has it's own place. Emptiness seeks to fill it's space; cleanliness seems imposed by our human race. Yet it's kind to the eye, I can't deny: a shiny floor scrubbed soundly with lye. Reflection glimpsed, a sweaty smile; arms crossed tiredly on broom over tile. Floor been swept, job now done, I think one deserves a break. Tools shucked, apron undone, now's the time for leave-taking take. But while you're gone, worry not, for the floor dirty once again becomes. So, rest assured, my dear friend, for the job will always need be done.