Song of a street sweeper

When all stars are gone

A single star herald me a dawn

Through my cracked wooden windowpane

Its beam kisses me soft and sweet

A splash of cold winter water freshen my cheeks

Cleanses my thoughts

I owe a promise for a day

To sweep the street neat and clean

 Yell not at reckless drivers

Never to mumble at naughty school kids

I bow my dear old broom

For it knows all corners well

For it picks all dirt and dust

I lean on you for my livelihood

Husband for a widow till the end

Father for orphaned daughters in hut

My dearest darling Mr.Broom;I owe you thousand bows.