The Super
City dwellers would agree
To trace a building’s pedigree
You simply have to look around
And find out where the super’s found.
For he’s the one at the controls
While also playing many roles –
He’s handyman and problem-fixer,
Referee and landlord nixer.
Plumber and negotiator,
Checker of the elevator;
Chaser-out of thieves and thugs,
Ridder of both mice and bugs.
If the super’s really good,
Then things are run the way they should.
Most make do with one just fair;
A super super’s pretty rare.
Tomorrow mine will call it quits.
With him, I’ve reaped the benefits
Of loyalty and total trust;
I’m sad to see him hit the dust.
There’ll be a new man at the helm
To rule this little urban realm.
I hope he’ll keep us all afloat
And pray he doesn’t rock the boat.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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