The Cleaners


With a mop and bucket they clean the floor,
those unsung heroes, I didn’t notice before.
They clean all areas, protect the human race.
Disease and infection we’re less likely to face.

They always seem cheerful when doing their job,
they’re often un-noticed by the passing mob.
They’re experts with chemicals, they know every solution.
I must take time to greet them, that’s my new resolution.

With a spray and a cloth, they remove all the dust.
They even know how to treat those small specs of rust.
At set times each day they will go for a break,
they need a rest and eat the snacks that they make.

When you notice a place that is tidy and clean,
spare a thought for the cleaners, even if they’re unseen.
For their professionalism, and all the work that they do.
When you next see a cleaner, just say, ‘Thank you!’

Poem a day contest. Thursday 7th June 2012. 1st Place ~ WINNER

Freestyle poetry. Each stanza is a quatrain and I follow an AABB rhyme scheme.