Sweeping Change, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

a straw broom sweeps a floor

Sweeping Change

The straw broom mimicking a hockey stick
Using the hard corner to help it stand
Never was it considered iconic
Not stamped nor labeled with a regal brand

Every whisk over the years had a cost
Its bright lacquered handle becoming dull
Each laboring a little straw was lost
In time making it less desirable

Now missing the touch of a human hand
Dancing hours away on many a floor
Responding to the hand’s earnest command
Seeking out what may hide in any pore

It was not difficult to be deduced
By an eager youngster it was replaced

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