There’s a tinker in the house
Fixing broken things.
There are a lot of them around,
Those broken things.

They lay around,
Useless.
The tinker tinks
He makes the pieces whole again.
Whole, so they have purpose
Whole, so they are restored.

The tinker never runs out
Of things to fix.
Some things break over and over
No one cares for them,
Even after they’re fixed.

Tink away, tinker.
Fix what you can
The rest we will bury
Along with the memory
of how they were used.