Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Another Poem

I sigh at my watch in frustration
I had found another long lost time piece, only to discover another dead battery
I know that watch batteries are small, but must mine always be deceased?

Time is supposed to be one of those constantly constant things
It never changes, never stops moving
If we lose our sense of time, it is most disorienting
Jet lag is no joke

So why, why, must my time always be out of sorts?
Maybe my watches know me too well

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