Plumage of Watches

Each hour withers the tricky past

With its three ticking feathers.

There is no question of reversal

But it has the power to retaliate success;

Beware of the magic of minutes

To save your watches from tragedy.

Ripen your efforts with your watch 

Before it gets rotten from the bud.

Life is a tree of wonders, wounds and wit;

Grow your speed to pace gracefully with your watches!