Dustpan

Dustpan

You kneel to sweep from floor the dust

With whisk in hand and dustpan thrust.

An easy task — no need to plan;

The dust is quick corralled in pan.

But when the pan is moved, it’s plain

A line of dust will still remain.

So whisk again; for all you’ve fussed,

An ever-present line of dust

Is somehow left. Re-whisk; repeat;

The floor’s not yet completely neat.

It’s like some problems oft in life:

No matter how you try, it’s rife.

’Cause sometimes problems have their say:

Diminished? Yes. Removed? No way!

Don Munday