Hands move to assist me
They prompt and encourage me With all of its digits we depend on its accuracy
Sometimes betraying me
By moving too quickly
Other times hesitating thus filling me with anxiety
In youth... a time of impatience
I hastened thee to move rapidly
Now I watch impatiently
Hoping for longevity
What part do I play?
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