Never age.
They always
Move to the
Same beat,
Day in, day out.
People evolve,
Landscapes change,
Lifetimes come
And go.
His hands never
Stop, never change..,
Consistent...
Persistent....
Insistent....
Precise,
Predictions
Are found accurate
When based on
His shoulders.
We lean away,
Blaming frailty
In age to his
Constant passing.
We are left in the dust
Looking backwards
As He constantly
Marches forward.
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