Ode To The Maintenance Man Poem by Jon Yttri

I know of a champion, a hero for our age.
You will not find in comic book, TV screen, or stage.
He has no magic cape to send him through the sky.
But he hastens to the rescue at each and every cry.
He may not be a god; ancient, Greek, and bold.
But if he weighed a ton, he'd surpass his mass in gold.
He always carts his tools like a skipper at the helm.
There never is a challenge which him does overwhelm.
Without him, you'd be sizzling in summer when it's hot.
And shivering in winter when warm it is quite not.
Withhold him, after sundown you'd be kept in utter dark.
You'd just as soon choose your snooze in a city park.
Burglars, thieves, and prowlers would creep in through the door.
You'd have as many mice as Disney- Maybe even more.