SwEePiNg FoR cRuMbs....

why would a guy sweep dusty floors in the middle of the night?
with no one but sleepy crows in sight
for him isn't there an open door?
awaiting his arrival after an honest day's chore
the echo of his rusty broom is a living proof in itself
that people work..and that people live pedestrian lives
and that is how at the end of a day..this selfish world thrives
but the question remains..
why could not he wait for the morning sun?
to sweep the ever gathering dust and earn his daily crumbs...