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

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