Ahead of us, a life of servitude lies
There is no funeral when one of us dies
Below the surface, we perform our duty
But we’re not miners or in search of booty
We join forces if our mission requires
Forming a “chain gang” that one day expires
Destined for a multitude of thankless jobs
Although none of us ever complains or sobs
Varying, yet with this similarity
We’re all characterized by polarity
What are we?
Batteries. |