What Am I
I go around and around,
But only one way,
If you stare at me,
It seems I never stray,
I make sound sometimes,
Whenever I run,
My work, it appears,
Is never done,
I never walk, but constantly run,
What am I?
I’m a clock,
Now wasn’t that fun.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2017
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