A sense of time
A simple watch
One that is mine

It’s not gold
Nor sliver
It’s not even old

The gift of time
Makes me glee
But it’s not mine

The time is shared
And so is my joy
Soon I will be lose what was so deeply cared

For it’s not mine to keep
I will follow this path
Until it makes me weep.

This simple watch didn’t cost
It was a gift from a friend
and it has me truly lost