God grants to us a running refrig <br />It is the ice maker that is broken <br />Cost of repair too much. <br />My Puritan genes recoil <br />Wife and daghter do not understand <br />Why Dad does take a stand <br />Our own ice we will make. <br />In old time trays cust to fit <br />Our cubes produced in an appropriate niche. <br />Life made a little less mechanical <br />To slow us down and help remember <br />It is not just ice machines that end.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-ice-maker/
