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Broom in the Corner

Many cultures use the broom

in a uniquely different way, a useful tool when you have something to say.

The broom, always Present in the corner

 

Some used it as a ceremony for marriage

Each New Year, out the door they sweep the dust and dirt, of the old year

Then they sweep in a fresh new year Cheer

 

Others used it as a tool to disparage

Their loved one in a marriage

While most just, swept the floor

This is about our broom, history and more

The broom always Present in the corner

 

Our grandparents used the

broom to settle a dispute.

This process was resolute

The broom always present in the corner

 

husband demanding, and did not listen

Broom bristles turn skin red until it glisten 

Eventually, the husband would learn

Until his next turn

With every poke, the wife spoke her mind

Peace and harmony both would find

The Broom always present in the corner

 

Old fools

Don’t give the Younghans enough credit

Some are grounded, Worth their salt

Some have manners, tantrums they halt

The broom always present in the corner

 

Young fools

Today’s generation, no respect for elders

Not only do they think they’re right, but they demand everyone see things their way

And there’s absolutely nothing you can say

It’s just a broom in the corner

 

The younger generation societal shift

Throwing tantrums ,Pitching a fit 

Screaming protests, facts unfounded

we are at war , fighting ,Gaslighting lit

Elders surrounded, warning bells sounded

both sides refusing to recognize the day 

Shut down ,Neither side has a word to say

 

The broom stuffed in the closet, put away

Covered in cobwebs, collecting dust  

discussion Falls upon deaf ears Decay

Facing fears No muss no fuss

 

Emily post ,Decorum  demeanor, respect

Values no longer taught in schools

“The golden rule” a lost term ,neglect

Emotional education taught in retrospect

Whoever holds the broom makes the rules

That is what is taught in school

Teaching Children to be cruel

A broom is no longer a useful tool

 

Broom bond fire light the night

evil rules the day

Another tradition of past has gone astray

 

The older generation are reduced

to the term of useless eaters

By Younger generations of Calus cheaters

Otherwise known as tweaking tweeters

 

How did the separation become so vase

Younger generation can be so crass,

Perhaps Smoking too much grass

The broom A relic of the past

Out with the old

In with the new

Neither generation has

A clue of what to do

 

The younger generation

The master of the faux pas

pushing limits, doing things

that should NEVER be done,

What? pray tell,

Having ***

In their parents bed

Is a perfect example of one!

 

Where do you draw the line?

Polar opposites will never be fine

How can we meet in the middle?

How can we each learn to give just a Little

 

Mind you this is conjecture on my part

Yet the poem came from my heart

If we want humanity to survive

We need to work together to stay alive

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Written by
cj-sutherland
65 / F / U.S
Published
Apr 8, 2024
Lines·Words
82·512
Notes

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day

Conjecture4-7-24

To form an opinion, or an idea without proof

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