I am the master receptacle of human devotion,
The years are measured on my face.
My soul is geared for the passage
And I am wound to passing.
I am chained to my subjects
And bathed by my attendants.
I am the master and the servant,
I am the counselor and the undertaker.
My hands turn with the wheel
And map the seasons.
As long as the wheel turns,
I shall live.

– S.K. Liles