The Fixer Poem by Keith Sly Simpson

I came around and I could always hear about her
Around the town she is called 'the fixer'
One call and she's there to solve it for you
She knows how to deal with problems, solve them for you.

See her and she is confident when she walks
Talk to her and she is completely polite when she talks
She is near every thing that needs fixing, meticulous while working on them
Says she loves to solve problems and make life easier for them

''Any problem you have sir call her
She knows what to do with them, she's a solver''
Everyone calls and she responds
Everyone seeks her help and shes there having no bonds

I felt curious, her act of such generosities
Wanted to know more about her from aound the cities
Found her to be unknown but known by all
A stranger to them but not a total stranger at all

It was different and queer in all the way
But no one cared to know about her anyways
So I decided to chat a little with her
Miss whatsoever know as 'the fixer'

Strangely I asked to help with an issue that tick
She delightedly said yes to fix, being laconic
Her hands moved while she remained silent pop
Smiling now and then to break the cold silence

I asked if she liked doing others work for them?
She said she loves the smile when I fix something for them!
Although she used few words but her lachrymose eyes were such emotion
Seeming to say so much more, yet leaving without any notion

She said in this life to others, everyone has their share to give
Some give one percent, some twenty or some none as they live
And I knew she collected whatever given to her in return
Nothing ever compared of her one hundred percent, what a bitter run.

No one tried to appreciate her or take time to think
Its a good thing they use without thinking for a blink
But as good things are used they end up soon
Soon something that was called existing would be called extinct

No one had time ever to give back or see what she tried to feel
A open brain but a closed heart, completely seal
Now that I see this I understand her now, he enimatic help
She's a case of help but never get one for herself

She is known as the fixer around the neighborhood
But if only one could know that this girl under her hood
Kept something that still remains apart
Something that she still couldn't be fixed, her beautiful broken heart