MY MECHANIC DAD

My mechanic dad
Bright and hard
Is frugal
With his smiles

Do you know why?
'This life is pied'
He use to say
'A black and white-
And strait the way-
To that bright side
With rough a ride'


What I got from that
Is life is bad
But glee as lark
To those as hard

So I pray
To God for luck
To grace my way
Or else I stuck

For though
My mechanic dad
Sure can revive
Dead or Old
German drive

Still
My mechanic dad
Only manage to improvise
Measly fare
-From fixing gears
Wheels and crank shafts, knocked
Engines sometimes-

Enough to feed himself
Wife
Children

And
The rest...
God fixes.