Designer Watch
I have my favorite
Vintage designer watch
I wear it everywhere
It has not worked for many years
But it is right for me
Twice a day
I glance at it from time to time
To see if the hands of time may lurk
You see
I have a faith in god
And pray
That everything will work
On you stupid no good
Outdated watch
Move your hands of hands
A little
To the right in perfect time
Or am I just a jerk
I pray to him
That he shall move
The stopped hands of time
So they can move with the seconds, minutes, and hours.
Days, weeks and months in rhyme
Over the many future years
And during these periods
Of time
He fills them
With blocks of life
Made up good and bad times
Composed of laughs and tears
I pray to a god
Who made the hands
Of my watch
Stop in time
While continuing to move the many activities of life
Continuously throughout the years
Without
A purpose, reason, or doubt
Without even a thought
To make a miracle
Like move
A watchmaker’s miracle of sort
I watch my vintage designer watch
From morning, noon to night
Waiting and waiting for a sign
That he will make it
And me
All right
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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