The Tinkerer

These days I work alone Tinkering and the like I find it so interesting Filling gaps in my life The screws and sharp metal Filling a hole? No, making it bigger Pouring empty into empty I suppose He used to tinker He made old things new And new things old He worked long And his hands were leather His eyes sharp like metal His words moved He was a leader He was a fighter He smoked Grandpa. . . He was a patient He was an experiment They didn’t get it right He was a holy man Loved by people By god loved by me Grandpa The tinkerer