Time can be tricky
Flying by
Creeping along
Where did it go?
Sometimes when I need it
It's not around
Other times I want it gone
It drags it's feet
There is one thing it can't hide from
A steel clad warrior
He is Sir Bulova
He is my watch.
When I need him
He is only an arms length away
Ready to tell me where time is
And where it is going
I don't know how he does it
Does he beat time up?
Slap it around a little
Threaten it's minutes and seconds?
Maybe they are secretly friends
Pretending to be rivals
To make sure his Bulova brethren
Find a wrist to call their own
Personally I don't know
Nor do I care
For I love my watch
And it's firm hold on time
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