Old Air

Painted shut for decades

The old farmhouse windows

Hold wavy glass perhaps

One hundred years old

 

Remaining closed in spring

The bedroom stuffs up

With air that has been

Sitting since winter

 

Fans are placed to keep

The idea of fresh new air

But it is a ruse for

Those who know

 

Years of complaints

Matter little now as

They have grown old

With the air in the room