the watch

I once knew a man
who lived by his watch
he looked at it all of the time

All of his life
he scheduled his time
the people he loved got a share

The man had a wife
she gave him a child
somehow he even found time

to go to the park
and watch his son play
but soon they were walking towards home

One day at his job
he was forced to retire
the machine was much faster than he

he stared at his watch
the second hand stopped
he felt for his pulse – it was gone

He fell from his chair
his watch hit the ground
and shattered its glass on the floor

the two faces stared
with hands that won’t work
minutes to memories then gone

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