A poem for the fellow tinkerer. I'm sure some of you can relate 😀

The shed and the attic is where I reside
in bright or dim or coloured light
working on my projects
these retro tech machines
hammering, soldering, tinkering
building childhood nerdy dreams
hours and hours spent
on old these old appliances of mine
yellowed, cracked and dusty
but all aged like fine wine
I polish, fix and bend
there is nothing I can't mend
I twist, turn and screw
the old back to the new
but there is one complication I can't ignore
the interdimensional door in my floor
even with my steady hand and years of skill
I trip, slip and fumble still
that tiny bolt just escaped my grasp
I saw it fall
heard the clank
over my terrified gasp
for I know what lives beneath my desk
destroyer of my retro arts
the swallower of parts
I swear it fell right there, I plea
I watched it all the way down
but no matter how hard I look
I know that it is lost forever
turn my last glimmer of hope into a frown
for the interdimensional door takes all that I do not want to give
I guess that bolt is now in a better place
in the world where all my lost parts live