Posted June 16th 2015 at 9:48 am by
in Poetry


Today, I guess I will just clean the floor.

It is what we stand on,
Where we lay our head at night.
And when we are older,
our children will play there.
So maybe it is ok that for today,

We just clean the floor.

mop closet

Poem by Justice CastaƱeda. Photo Credit: Flickr/Robert S. Donovan

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