A paean to those who wrok hard for a living and do exceptional work but never get any glory!
My house smells Of furniture polish, Of floor cleaners and wax The rugs are free of dog hair And the kitchen sparkles. There are clean sheets And a gleaming tub, And the floors shine! I, older now and Never the best housekeeper, Bow down to the hard working Women who come and Scrub and vacuum and polish, Often singing as they work, Who leave my house Once again, clean and Comfortable, and best of all, Smelling sweet and fresh!
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