In a room once shrouded in disarray,
Stephen stirred, ready to seize the day.
With broom in hand, he swept away the dust,
Tracks of progress marked, as he began to trust.

His track pants clad, his spirit unbound,
He embraced change, in silent profound.
Mop bucket in tow, he scrubbed with grace,
Erasing traces of chaos, with a flair.

Three times a day, his teeth he'd grace,
A ritual newfound, a smile on his face.
Cleanliness became his daily chore,
Transforming his life, to something more.

No longer bound by clutter's might,
He ventured forth into the grace.
Progressive in his ways, a beacon strong,
In the realm of politics, he did belong.

With the PPP, he found his place,
Red cups raised in a joyful embrace.
Stephen's journey, a testament clear,
To change, to growth, to conquer fear.

So let this tale inspire, let it ignite,
A spark of transformation, burning bright.
For in the simple acts of cleaning and cheer,
Lies the power to change, to persevere.