Cleaner, County Building Poem by Richard Provencher

Cleaner, County Building



He comes each afternoon
mop in hand and a warm
bucket of water, nicely lathered
uses the old ways to keep
our floors spotless, gives them
a tired wash, his face appears
so drained of emotion,
same old job
same old floors
same old hi and lately
only grunting as we walk by
as if the effort to acknowledge
our passing grows less important.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Working as Administrator of Lambton County Social Services in Sarnia, Ontario, I became friends with a hard-working cleaner at the main administration building. His care and professionalism led me to write this poem.
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