My heart is like a rubber tire

My heart is like a rubber tire

on the unfriendly road of life.

It earns holes and bruises,

scratches and dents along the way.

I fix one hole 

with the sticker of consolation,

another is ready to grow bigger.

The process of breaking down 

and fixing up is infinite.

But, I have come to be 

a technician philosopher. 

I cannot prevent the damage 

but I can manage it.