The Broom
The Broom
Sitting in my room,
Suddenly thought of a broom,
Which cleans dirt and dust
And makes the surroundings tidy in a gust.
Why can't we be the brooms of our lives?
We forget that daily we strive.
Why can't we use the broom of optimism to cleanse our minds,
And swipe away the pessimism that makes us blind.