Matt Mondschein

The Custodial Artist

Not suicidal
Just along for the ride
I prefer to live on
Along with my maker
In stride

For a soul, to withstand the test of time
When it cries for freedom
A mark that holds on to my heart
I need that new start

So, back to that school
From six years ago
Cleaning the mess
As my souls' verse, begins to flow

Scrubbing floors
Vacuuming carpets
Shining the chrome on the water fountain
That was once dull
Dust mopping the hall

It's good to be back
For my heart needs repair
I'll take a fresh scent
Through the mildewed air

People do change
If given a chance
Onward I surge
A custodians last dance

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2007
Poem Edited: Thursday, January 26, 2012

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  • All In (12/17/2007 6:17:00 PM)

    sounds like a parochial school?

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