The Broom

There was a broom
in the big room
near the attic
lying static

None used it
but it was fit
With a big stick
and easy to pick.

Why was it lying there?
in a place bare
No one knew
being nothing new.

The idle things
always stings
They need to be thrown
without a frown.

None does so
piling up in a show
things unwanted
in places most wanted.

Learn to condemn
and redeem
both in life material
and in abstract arterial.