Fixing Faces

To fix a clock would be so grand

To take its pieces in your hand

And find what ails the tiny toy

And make it smile with porcelain joy

But when its gears are brought to bear

It's clear there's more than rust and wear

And no one tool can hope to right

The loosened springs that should be tight

I've tried to mend their faces round

But all they ever do is frown

Too great a job for any man

Best to be left in better Hands