I have hands that cannot grasp and a face that cannot see, yet I tirelessly guide each hour for all who glance at me.

You hit me and hate me, but also you made me I have no choice when you tell me to wait Yet I get the blame if you arrive late

I have blades, but not to cut hair. I can't walk, but can get most anywhere. I don't have wings, but still prefer the air.

I have teeth, but no mouth. Yet you still hear my voice wheeee as I ride up and down.

Behold my size, I’m considered a God! A fatal taste of me and you may not grow old. I may be a gigantic blazing clod, or I may help in measures of the cold.