Dirt TracksA Poem by Christopher TaitAbout when I accidentally messed up the floor that the janitor had just finished cleaning.The janitor just washed the floor in the men’s room and I I tracked dirt in with my dirty footprints making a trail right up to the stall that I used. I’m always tracking in dirt or whatever it is that sticks to my shoes: Dirt from the garden Snow from the storm Rain from the gutter Poop from the street. I feel bad that the man worked on the floor for well over an hour and in barely a minute I tracked my trail in and ruined the gleaming white perfection that resulted from his cleaning task. But I doubt he minds. He’s a janitor. It’s his job. Things get dirty, become untidy, and he earns his paycheck he pays his bills by soldiering on and continuing to clean up after the likes of people like me. I suspect this cycle will continue on Until he quits, having become fed up with his job, or until I quit, having become fed up with my job. © 2015 Christopher TaitReviews
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1 Review Added on June 27, 2015 Last Updated on June 27, 2015 AuthorChristopher TaitPhiladelphia, PAAboutSome might ask me if I'm back and, yeah, I'm thinking I'm back. more..Writing
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