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if the hands of time may lurk You see I have a faith in god And pray That everything will work On you stupid no good Outdated watch Move your hands of hands A little To the right in perfect time Or am I just a jerk I pray to him That he shall move The stopped hands of time So they can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