A Wristwatch

Upon my wrist the wristwatch sits
Stately and structured; always at my service
His arms work tirelessly just for me
Ticking, constantly as though t'were nervous

Upon my wrist the wristwatch sat
And he will always stay just like that
Motionless, but always moving
Ticking and talking
As it sat and watched me
His face always staring up into my own

His steady ticking suddenly became slower
Just as life is almost over
And his hands will not now spin
The wristwatch has finally stopped ticking
We'll have to wait for the next tixking to begin

-- 12/15/05
Entire Class