The Duster Poem by Airda Jones

When others accumulate dust
Rid of it I must
Make the grime fade away

Buff and leave to shine
Glimmer for the time
A sun for all the rays

But polish time and again
As dirt has no near end
Until the end of days

Still I must always be
The one who has to clean
That is, as will always be, the way

The light may differ, although
As I am unworthy to those
I live for what he will say

Because filth will remove itself
While he still places me high on his shelf
And with him, my heart will always stay.