Slow and steady wins the race Just look at my casual pace Long ago Aesop told this tale Stay consistent you won't fail

I used to be cabinet-sized before I became small, my waves tell a story to you all. You turn my knobs to find a voice, what am I, that brings you rejoice?

I directed the masses in my day, but now I'm more often thrown away. The richest amongst you once sought to own me, but now I'm rarely if ever seen. I was known as the Gray Lady because I'm rather plain, but can you guess my common name?

Silent guardians of history, sculpted by time's hand, they stand steadfast against the elements. Unyielding and ancient, they cradle the earth's secrets, whispering tales of past eons in their stony silence.

Soon to be found on a history page I'm going extinct, but I'll tell you my age My precision outdated as my honest face But take me for luck, just in case!