One goes to the mechanic when something goes wrong.
What’s wrong with the mechanic? He should bear no blame.
Fix the foul thing you’re damned self. No one knows your car
Like the one who’s been driving it. Dissimilar
Is the service provided by each. Not the same
Is the heartfelt commitment. In some, it is strong.
All the while as I’m driving along life’s highways,
Care and constant attention from me it requires.
I must also keep my eyes focused dead ahead.
This complex combination of acts brings me dread
When the maintenance man, with his handbook and pliers,
Has no clue what he’s doing. So, there are delays.
I can’t possibly fix everything on my own
All at once. But I can start with one simple thing,
Then proceed to the next. Fixing things in sequence
Is efficient and easy and does make good sense.
The mechanic one knows and loves only can bring
Restoration to one’s vehicle, it’s been shown.