Work in progress

I am a work in progress.

I am not finished yet.

I am, so far, incomplete.

There are still bits missing.

Problems persist.

The manufacturer is aware 

and has promised to fix them

but it might take time.

Thorough testing is taking place

but some bugs remain.

Certain functions are not yet available

but the upgrade is coming soon.

Some parts are already worn out

and a few have never worked well

but the chief engineer has promised

that all will soon run smoothly.

It is suspected that the manufacturer's instructions 

have not been followed to the letter.

But this does not seem 

to have invalidated the guarantee.

I am better than I was

and not as good as I will be.

Many more tweaks are planned

and it isn't always easy.

But the creator has infinite patience.

It's a good job.

Because sometimes I choose to malfunction

and sabotage the repairs.

But I am a top quality piece of equipment

and at full capacity no other model

can perform as well as I.

He keeps on making improvements.

I need to keep coming for a service

and listening carefully.

Actually being open to modification

and not thinking I know better.

Despite my faults and breakdowns

my creator loves me.

He knows me inside and out.

He knows what will go wrong next.

He knows when I'm coming back

and he welcomes me.

Even when I don't want to be worked on

he handles me with care.

He sees that I am broken

but still finds me beautiful.

He loves me as I am

but wants the best that I can be.

There will come a day 

when he doesn't send me out again

but polishes me for the last time.

 I'll shine like never before.

That will be my last visit to the workshop.

I will be fixed.

No more repairs.

All will be as it should be.