The Watch

He had an old watch
he kept in a box
collecting more dust everyday.

He knew it was there
never picked it to wear
but just couldn't give it away.

The hands never moved
The tick never tocked
But oh, the memories of yesteryear.

It once sat proudly on his arm
filled with purpose and charm
before the want turned to fear.

He then found the time by a shiny new face
because it just fell into place
consistent and comfy, it got the job done.

Til he opened the old box
realized it was the finest of clocks
and suddenly his wrist
seemed to twist
and he wasn't sure when his confusion had begun.