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-mechanical-

-Daily Poetry #16, February 13, 2017-
Word: Mechanical

I am a clock robot, having been made from scraps,
I walk with a clatter and sometimes a part snaps,
But my creator loves me dearly, so for them, I continue to walk,
And smile though it's rusty when I talk.
I am a clock robot, having been made with a purpose,
But even then, I am allowed to have a choice.
They love me though I am not alive, that's what matters,
Even through all the repairs and clumsy chatters.
I am a clock robot, the parts inside me continue to click,
And my creator makes sure I still tick. 
But I see it now, you're beginning to slow down when you walk,
And you cough when you use your voice to talk. 
I am a clock robot, everything inside of me still works today,
And they're all so surprised, no one knows what to say. 
My creator took me out, and people asked “How are you?” I smile and say,
In my skipping voice, “I am fine, oh so fine today!” 
I am a clock robot, and now I see what is in the future for you,
I can't cry for you, so I can only watch with nothing to do. 
You tell me not to worry, but that's out of the equation, 
Because I see now that there is truly no solution. 
I am a clock robot, a lonely old robot with nothing left,
And as I feel rain for the first time, I wait for whatever is next. 
Seeing that you'll never be with me again, I just want to cry,
To show that I am alive, for I can never die. 
I am a clock robot, one that wanders for a hundred years,
But always coming back to the same place to avoid all the stares.
Finally deciding how things must be,
I sit down with you next to me. 
I am a clock robot, the spring wind on my back like before,
And I can finally see you again some more. After a hundred years,
You smile and ask me “How are you?” I know what to say,
In my rusty voice, “I am fine, oh so fine today!”

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