More Poems.

Change:
A necessity
A joy
A tragedy

Routine:
A necessity
A joy
A tragedy

Life:
A necessity
A joy
A tragedy

Hmmm . . .a bit too deep .. . . I'll try again.

Removing the air conditioner
Leaves a space on the windowsill
Crisp fall air
Rushes in
Filling the gap left behind by the
Monstrous machine.
The technology struggles
Valiantly,
Leaving behind a trail of it's blood
Aka water,
As it succumbs to its sentence.

Makes you wonder
Is it really worth it 
To d  r     a       ggg
This thing up  and
D
O
W
N
The stairs
EVERY YEAR???
Come the hot, muggy days of summer,
We will have our answer.