The Retired Civil Servant's Broom

Our Tweets

Fixing brooms on Tuesday noon
Like I'm fixing old reports
Trading papers for some tools
Living life of different sorts

[Chorus]
I've become what I used to mock
A man who mends his broom
Like those guys at government desks
Who'd count hours in their room

Got my reading glasses on
Examining each straw
Like I used to check the forms
Finding every little flaw

[Bridge]
Who would've thought I'd spend my day
With such domestic care
The way old clerks would organize
Their desks with solemn air

[Final Verse]
Maybe there's some wisdom here
In fixing what is worn
Like stamping papers years ago
A new purpose is born