I am a humble servant, a giver of things, though I possess no hands. I stand in kitchens, bathrooms, and sometimes by the door, dispensing what the user demands. With a push or a pull, a twist or a squeeze, I make the task so grand.

I can keep belongings safe, doors secure, or be a strand of hair. My only weaknesses are a hammer, a thief, or a gust of wind.

Tick-tock trickle, time's twin towers, shifting sands in silent showers. Silent, slender shape, flowing time throughout its walls. Back and fourth and with this your time will decrease

By the ancient conjurer's hand, keeper of time's command, it weaves each day with mystic sand.

I end the day in painted light, then fade away to welcome night.