Me, the steam engine: A poem 

I don’t melt like wax, God, please relax! 

I never ever get stopped in my tracks 

I am clay, but clay that doesn’t shatter 

This is in reassurance to my dear potter 

I cling to the ledges; don’t snap like wedges 

I laugh heartily when I’m on testing edges 

 My strength, at any length, has no dent 

I was made to sweat; I kept on and went 

When I was in a spot, I wisely thought 

it’s just the way it is, don’t get baffled by rot 

Duty is what I simply never ever forgot 

I don’t get bought; they can’t take me for what I’m not 

I wouldn’t deny, it’s pretty difficult to be me 

with the raging storms and turbulent sea 

I am like a steam engine, relentlessly puffing on 

But its tireless run plays to God’s immaculate song