ShyEyes
Novice Sprinter
Inside the tarnished silver case,
the tiny brass and iron gears
continue in their steady pace
unbothered by the passing years.
It does not care for modern speed,
nor hurry for a missed display;
it fulfills just a simple need
to count the moments of the day.
Though scratches mark the polished face
and hands show signs of gentle rust,
it holds a quiet, inner grace
that keeps its rhythm through the dust.
For value is not lost in time,
nor measured by a surface sheen;
the truest strength remains sublime,
unseen, within the dark machine.
the tiny brass and iron gears
continue in their steady pace
unbothered by the passing years.
It does not care for modern speed,
nor hurry for a missed display;
it fulfills just a simple need
to count the moments of the day.
Though scratches mark the polished face
and hands show signs of gentle rust,
it holds a quiet, inner grace
that keeps its rhythm through the dust.
For value is not lost in time,
nor measured by a surface sheen;
the truest strength remains sublime,
unseen, within the dark machine.
