A reflection of today...

Weaving cords,
A mess of wires,
The toned whine,

Of a sanding drill,
Sadistic, yet alluring,
New flesh,

Shining and buffed
Growing and changing,
Rich cocoa,

Gaining personality
As time ticks on,
Given
To an old, cold
Mechanical heart,

Scratched and battered
After withstanding the trials
Of ages and abuse,
Battery after battery,
It remained faithful,
Under heat, sand
And the master’s hand
It is transformed
Into a heart of gold