On Recognizing Priorities

This a far too common scenario and about as heart breaking as it gets... “Gotta get that baby runnin’”, ‘Pop’ would always say...“couple weeks o’ focused work and she’ll be good to go!” But...there she sits...a sorry mess...farther gone than ever...several months and several thousand bucks from being ‘done’, Laughing at the crazy fool who - after all this time - oughta have - but sadly doesn’t - brains enough to know That more than not this type of project, somewhere down the road, winds up gettin’ finished by the one who’d planned to’s son! Today I’ve got the knowledge and, I’m pretty sure - persistence - needed to complete what he began when I was five ‘Cause, helping him to fix them up, I’ve learned about ‘old cars’, like negative or positive ground - and spotting left-hand thread, And once or twice a month at least I’d check for his approval, knowing, when it came to cars, the smartest man alive Was, I realized, grooming me...figuring if he hadn’t finished Grandpa’s Model-A - before his dad was dead - (Which, of course, he hadn’t), while his - other peoples’ projects - robbed him of the time he sought to focus hard on his, I would be the next in line to undertake the task. Dad was trying, just in case, to leave me qualified To finish what he’d started more than twenty years ago, and friend, I’m gonna give ‘er hell...the only problem is... Just a couple days ago...the man who taught me how...the man who’ll never see it when it’s fin’ly finished - died.