My Life, A Clock

Like a universal clock
cogs always moving
my life,
always a constant, always a cycle

always checked to make sure everyone's happy
at arms reach for everyone's convenience
with hands telling where to go
determining how long people have left

I am different to everyone
from small and metal
to tall and wooden,
even plastic and easily replaced

Always moving until
one day my own time runs out
not moving, displeasing everyone
until I am wound up by the ones I love.