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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic



It is job.

It really is a job.

On paper, yeah, sure.

Is it a job, though?


To the students? Perhaps. Though it’s quite unlikely.

To the teachers? Maybe. Maybe really not.

To the employer? Definitely.


They need someone to sweep the floor

And stack up the chairs

When the lessons are over

And the lectures are concluded.


Who cares?

About what they do

Or who they’re?


Nameless people.

Nameless faces.

Pushing nameless

cleaning-carts in these nameless



Nameless stairs worn out

by stressed students

and their speedy steps.


If they’re truly nameless,

why are they here?


Because someone must

Sweep the floor

And stack up the chairs

When everyone’s gone home

And the hallways are empty

And so are the stairs.


Submitted: October 04, 2021

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