MR BROOM

I yearn for recognition
Honour and respect
Not to be dumped after use
An instrument for cleaning
Several of us bundled together
Make the work effective
Standing alone I am of little or no use
Easily broken and discarded
Several of us together, we are strong
Sometimes bent but not broken
We move the mountain one cannot move
After doing the dirty work
I am thrown to a spot without regards
Most especially by the little folks
To be used again and again
Until I am wasted
Why is this my lot?