The Janitor
The Janitor
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
He takes the wipe and aims
At the drip of urine
He looks and concentrates
With deep ambition to
Wipe it clean and dry.
He marches proudly up and down
And flushes clean what's left behind
He walks here and there
And wipes whenever he can
He keeps it clean.
His face is brutal humble
He does not grumble
It is no trouble
To clean a fumble.
His shoes is shining black
He is tidy neat
Tonight he will
Put food on the table.
And give thanks.
Thank you
Janitor
No one ever says.
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