Who fixes the fixers?
Every family has one, a fixer
so to speak,
They fix all manner of
things, hiding under the roof,
Family issues, for the strong
and the meek,
Never ask for anything, they
need no proof,
Don’t ask, if you are right
or wrong,
Making the effort and trying,
their best,
Keeping secrets, moving right
along,
So others can sleep, and get
some rest,
Fixers we call them, one and
all,
Always showing up, to lend a
hand,
Yet, who can these fixers
call,
When things for them, are not
so grand,
Who will fix the fixer’s
woes?
When the issue is theirs, who
can they call,
In their mind, weakness is
what it shows,
Not asking for help, they’d
rather fall,
“I would have called, you
should have said,”
Simply words, after the fact,
Somewhere, deep inside their
head,
You would have known, if you
kept in contact,
So fixers fix, most wrongs
from right,
Stand by you, through thick
and thin,
Alone they stand, but for you
will fight,
Having cared for years, from
deep within,
They will not hint, nor ask
your favour,
But will shyly take an
offered hand,
Will sit alone, depression
savour,
When all for them, is not so
grand,
So who helps the fixer, when
the fixer has a fall?
Who cleans the mess, they
find themselves in,
There is no place, nor number
they can call?
Sadly they’re not able, their
issues lay within.
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