Becky Diehl
With eyes of the future,
And hands of endless motion,
It runs a constant race-
Pushing on until the end of time.
It is a mirror of change-
It shows the motion of time.
Treasures every second-
Pushes on with no notice of hate or despair.
Glass like water-
Blocks its face from humanity.
A wheel on the side,
Changes its course.
