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!