The chain fell
endlessly down,
The watch-strap
endlessly loose –
Drooping eyes of
sorrow on and an effervescent frown
On the face of the
cracked recluse.
The watch still told
the time, but begrudgingly so –
A look from the right
angle at the exact spot
Was the only way the
watch would show.
The watch had so many
experiences to be taught
It would have took
just one right look,
And all the wisdom in
the world would have been shook.
