I love the adolescent Mechanic
Like a stunt actor in a movie
Who's never been to a school
But the little wrinch-spanner in his denim pocket
With a grand smile,
He does miracles of this oblique World.
He knows my sickness
But never give me a stress.
And I read his secret tiny eyes.
'Go slowly Grandpa!
Don't run like younger days
Because no spare parts for this old crock! '
*for George Murdock in gratitude!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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