Clockwork


I swerve around at even pace
The teller to those who see my face
A blank expression no grin or tear
But to the elderly I strike fear
And with no patience to with no waiting
No room for thought or contemplating
I perform my job without objection
Never reversing my direction
My brethren among man they dutifully stand
Nearing close to the tireless hand
I guide the lost and forgotten
I serve the joyous and downtrodden
My function everlasts on every day
To past the end I shall always stay

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