Tinkering is the art of incrementalism.
The heart grows fonder with each quarter-turn of a socket wrench,
I invest my time to top off her fluids when she’s running low,
Check the tread on her tires,
Pull out any dents,
Because she can’t do that on her own.
In return, she does the impossible,
Gets me where I need to go,
Yet doesn’t ask that much of me,
I’m just happy to help.