My two arms keep a rhythmical pattern. I move when necessary, but seldom when I am not needed. Through downpours, I help prevent accidents because I let people see. What am I?
Windshield Wipers of a vehicle.
My age no longer sits on a calendar. I function when needed thats if my hands have not given up. A landmark and even a part of history. What am I?
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad, but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side, you very dwelling pave, and probably I’ll go with you At last into the grave. What am I ?
