c l o c k w o r k   h e a r t

They say it would cost $3 or some
At the shabby shack in Chinatown,
The price for fixing a broken cogwheel.
While old Contonese man opens my back lid 
with his rusty Jackknife,
I see his humorous dirty nail.
He says, "Mnnn...I 'm afraid it can't be fixed".

Relieved by his hoarse voice,
I then run up to her
To make a imprudent proposal
To see her embarrassed, yet ain't refuse it.

But Oh boy, I couldn't make it.
Trembling with the grinded noise of cogwheel,
I realized I'm never gonna make it anyway.
I mumbled,
"Well, this was not broken yet".

I know a loss sometime comes from diligence.
I knew all along.....