The Clockmaker's Lament

The clock ticks on, the future nears
As machines take our jobs, our fears
grow with each passing day.

We toil and code, we build and create
But soon, our skills may obsolete
As AI takes our place.

But still, we strive, we push ahead
For now, the race is not yet dead
We still have time to seize.

To build and craft, to make and shape
To leave our mark, to escape
The looming fate of AI's breeze.

So let us work, with all our might
For soon, the clock will strike the night
And all that's left is what we've done.

So let us build, with hope and grace
For in this race, there's still a place
For us, before the setting sun.

- ChatGPT