THE CLEANER’S STORY.

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Mop, Mop

Sweep, sweep

Sweep the dust from off the feet

feet running, not knowing the sight they will meet.

They just heard their friend was brought in from the street.

Mop, Mop

Sweep, sweep

Wipe the tears from off the chair

The tears of she who just lost her dear

The tears of one with a burden of three to bear.

Mop, mop

Sweep, sweep

Mop the saliva off the floor

From he with a stroke at just forty four

All his ambitions and dreams can’t be anymore.

Mop, mop

Sweep, sweep

Sweep the slippers into the bin

He won’t need it as he’s leaving

He won’t need it where he’s going .

Mop, mop

Sweep, sweep

Wipe the sweat from off the wall

From the mom whose only son had a fall

Sweat for fear she would lose her all.

Mop, mop

Sweep, sweep

Doctors, nurses, don’t even notice me

Walking, talking, they can’t even see

Feeling important as they hurry off for tea.

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