The Road Sweeper

He wields his broom in a professional way

And sweeps the road clean as he does each day

And as he sweeps from side to side

He looks on his work with so much pride

He has become a part of the scene

And the place looks better when it’s clean

He has a good name oh high repute

The humble man in his orange suit

His job to some people only merit low grade

But merit is of man and not the wage paid

To work to the full at his own steady pace

And leave everything looking a much better place