You reward the ones who make the mess
and hate the one who does the work

With words of love and eyes of glee
you give them trinkets with delight

Frowns and yells to the one who cleans
crumbs from your table swept down with all your might

Why do you loathe the hand that wipes
but dance your heart for the ones who do not glean?


The Pliers said…

A good question.

One my husband asks frequently as the factories close in France and men and women consigned to unemployment, often permanently.

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