I look at the hands on my watch

They turn to liquid before my eyes

Without a conscience, without a sound

Time is passing all around

I watch the mirror which holds my face

It turns a peach into a walnut

Then smiles as if to say

You're yet to see your longest day

Time is a nurse on the longest call

An accomplished pilot it soars the skies

An inspiration to playwrite and poet

It gets taken and no-one will know it

If there's one thing I know my watch has

It's time on it's hands