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To Fix What’s Broken

 When were born our mothers smile light’s her face a glow

  She say’s were perfect from our head down to our toes

  But as we grow thing’s change and to much is left unspoken

  Oh to be able to go back in time and fix what’s broken

 But if it was that easy then there wouldn’t be any pain

No sorrow, no fear, of what lies ahead and nothing to gain

So here we are slightly wrinkled, and our hearts a cold dark place

try as hard as we can to iron it out, and thaw what’s been frozen

we try again and again to mend ourselves to fix what’s broken

but night after night we fall into bed to tired to keep up the pace

knowing full well that tomorrow our step’s we’ll have to retrace

someday I think to myself I wont feel so much pain no more emotion

and with no pain there will not be a need to go and fix what’s broken

"No excuse, 

but the metal has rusted. 

An unkept armory. 

Barrels with red, 

triggers peppered orange. 

Springs stuck, 

pins, unmoving. 

Bores obstructed. 

The whole weapon set

useless, 

to the trained eye. 

But

a gun is still a gun, 

the potential it has

to kill, 

ever present. 

Rusty or not, 

it is still recognizable, 

months of no use

not enough to erase

the sizable impression

of the shape, 

the indication

of the handgun, long gun. 

The task looming, 

Armorer, 

keys in hand, 

sighing. 

Unlocking 

the cages, 

duty tumblers turning, 

locks coming free. 

So long, 

had it beem

since maintenance

had been laid

where it belong. 

The familiar metal

began to fill hands, 

twist, turn,

rifles broke down, 

pistols slid apart. 

Rusty was the

mind, 

as were the firemans, 

but both began 

to be broken

free. 

Rag, brush, 

break-away sprayed, 

assemblies oiled.

Pieces began to click, 

operate smoothly, 

unlike language, 

where lack of use

means disappearance, 

past tense

isn't the demise

of functionality of things,

like bike riding. 

or an armory. 

The Armorer will be busy,

it may take some time.

But he will pass inspection. 

With work, 

with determination, 

desire 

and time. 

It takes time

for things to rust. 

It takes time

to fix such a lack of use. 

The best solution

isn't busting rust, 

but daily use, 

rather."