“The Dirty Glove” is a poem submitted by Nicholas Kalaj, age 28.
I do my job to keep these hand clean,
I protect these hand from bacterias and germs that can’t be seen.
I sacrifice my cleanliness for it is my job to do so,
Into the green container is where the trash will go.
Keeping these hands clean is my sole purpose,
To clean this building is indeed a good service.
Being busy is a blessing than a curse,
Optimism is good because things could be far worse.
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