Bitter Almonds

Mechanic

In a garage, a broken soul she found,
A car in need, its troubles profound.
From the surface, a semblance of grace,
Yet within, not a single part in its place.

Days and nights, she toiled to mend,
Oil and tar, her constant blend.
Dirty and weary, her efforts untold,
The car revived, or so she was told.

Yet the repaired car, ungrateful it seems,
Found a new home in someone else's dreams.

Her labor of love, discarded and left,
Her hard work used for the car's gain, what a theft.