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The Streetsweeper

Written by Robert S. Smith

The artist parades at his lowly charade
– through the streets he sweeps neatly
With purpose that captures the work of the masters
– his brush moves and so proves
That the street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all is dust

He renders his beauty with brush strokes of duty
– in laneways with dirt greys
And frames with his being a sight beyond seeing
– so tender, remember
The street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all is dust

All furtive and stooped low he blends in the shadow
– as graceless and faceless
The street scene is done with the turn of the sun
– while forgiving the living
For the street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all…… is dust