You’re custodian of hope
Hope of not being antsy
Having entered without you
Your love sweep us away
Fools would say you’re paid for
You mount gate without hope
Yet, you protect our world for peanut
Peanut to sustain family without hope
We wish you were not there
When fools would say you’re paid for?
Who would say thank you?
Would agree you were indeed good?
Let’s create marquetry in all houses.
Depicting how you were
On the dangerous road sweeping
Safeguarding places without arms?
You are the leader we needed
But destiny says otherwise
Real fools aren’t sweepers