Not Quite Complete

The old tractor chugs away, now and again
missing a beat, a hiccup in the engine,
and then, it starts again. reliable and slow.

Look close, you can see all the things missing
in the tractor, a bevy of repairs,
some with home made parts,

hand hewn on a blacksmith’s anvil,
not pretty. Mostly effective, far less than perfect.
Still, it works.

About this poem

A poem about an old tractor down in the next town. A poem about me.

The day before yesterday I forgot to take my medicines, By yesterday morning I was a mess, physically, mentally and emotionally. Still, I got through service, preached my sermon. Did the work. A lot like the old tractor.

Tom