H.Extended+Metaphor+Poem

Soapy bubbles wash away

The mess of life tracked in by feet

Dust soon dances across the floor

Slipping, sliding skidding

Into the mop warm water

Rinsing into clean clear water

Buffing shine onto the floor

Pull up slides to the left

Push down slides to the right

up and down, up and down

My face smiles, a job well done

Reflects my image

Better than before