One More Round

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The parts man slowly shook his head,
    Then grumbled as he frowned.
“I guess it looks to me like
    You tried for one more round.”

I said, “I hope that you can match
    The pieces that I found.
I guess I darkened up the paint
    On that one last round.”

I noticed things were not just right;
    I thought I heard a sound.
But I could finish up that truck
    If it made just one last round.

The shift would then be over,
    The guys all homeward bound.
Then I’ll have time to fix it up
    After one more round.

I can’t see it anyway
    ’Til I twist way around.
I’ll stop and take a better look
    After one more round.

The smoke cloud isn’t all that thick;
    It’s just begun to pound.
I sure think that it will hold
    While I make one more round.

Most things are still quite in place,
    Not dragging on the ground.
I’ll be closer to the service truck
    If I make one more round.

The King of Optimism
    I guess I should be crowned,
For thinking there was any chance
    To make it one more round.