Love,the car mechanic

They come with tears and shapes so bad
young and old, vintage alike
stumbling , withered and wearied hard
grumbling on bad roads and bad handling.
a heart that burns and a brain that reels
are often what they complain main.
I know them, theirs and what they want.
A gentle touch, where they wish
a gentle word, they wish to hear
a touch of paint to make them smart
perfect pressure to make going smooth
"Oh was that all that mattered dear
pity me that what made me cry!"
Hides the shame and smiles to world
rolls on smooth without a turn.
Am left with paint and grease on hands
left smiling at those thankless words.
I know how and why they come and go
I know that they shall come again.

(Courtesy - a friend :) )