A Poem of Gratitude for the Maintenance Crew of My Vintage Apartment

In the quiet hum of our days, they arrive,
With tools in hand and patience alive.
Through leaky pipes and stubborn doors,
They mend, they fix—they do much more.

For when the faucet drips its song,
Or something in the walls goes wrong,
They show up steady, kind, and true,
With skill and jokes to pull us through.

Terrance, with his humor keen,
Turns repairs into a friendly scene.
A touch of wit, a knowing stance,
With steady hands and a friendly glance.

Jonathan, Mel, and Eddie too,
And all who work to see us through.
Through every call, each task they bear,
They lend their time, their strength, their care.

So here’s to those who work with grace,
Who keep our homes a cared-for space.
With gratitude deep, we sing their due,
A heartfelt thanks to all of you.

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