The old rusted chains turned It creaked and squeaked and started A puff of smoke from fuel burned Emerged from the pipes dented Time before a lesson learned It started rolling down the hills They watched and parted themselves None noticed it take slowly to the heels They’d taken the worst off the shelves And started turning the old wheels I watched time place a curse on it That held the joints still and stiff The young did not consider the olds’ wit And now I watch a boy being run over like wheat I know they know the wheel wasn’t broken But kept the town safe from death’s token