The Pendulum

The pendulum’s amazing grace
Is captured in its steady pace
It swings a measured arc in time
Steadfastness at its most sublime
And yet the pendulum disturbed
Can act in many ways perturbed
Once set in motion to correct
A perceived flaw that leads direct
To acts that cause the weight to swing
In greater arcs that soon will bring
A dislocation of the way
In which affairs of man obey
The laws of nature as defined
By mankind from time out of mind
For pendulums don’t ever rest
They do what they always do best
The pendulum is never still
It swings eternal, always will

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