engineers

the instrument is rusty,
the mechanics dusty from neglect,
for reasons that intersect and twist to define
a line for a lack of rhyme - a knee jerk response
that echoes in its lack of want.
Don't stop your wailing yet, child,
You're not done failing yet, child,
there is much to be awed, to be learned
and while you sit seen, unheard,
you listen to the sound of life whoosh -ing past,
as you dive into a life that would never last.