There’s something about a man and his watch
How he angles his wrist to glance at the time
Knowing he has meetings & dates in line
His stance, his walk, the distance that follows
Priceless commitments filled with tomorrow’s
His boldness glows with radiance and class
His time is precious, just look at the glass
The second hand ticks with diamond motions
Imported from a zone across the greatest oceans
Grown man he’s become, no longer that boy
Time waits for no man wearing expensive toys