Watch

This watch always ticks along with the time

As it dangles here upon my right wrist

Though it rarely draws notice, I still often find

If I don’t wear it, it’ll be missed

The question of why this happens to be

Seems to rely on a certain state of mind

A way to measure progress, temporally

To measure some passage of time

The Casio here holds much of its face

Days, dates, hours, minutes, and seconds

The barest of clicks is heard as it ticks

As the inexorable time ever beckons.

Though it still requires as each month expires

An increment to passing dates

I honestly don’t mind the adjustment of time

To match the year’s changing of states.