My Watch

My watch has seen many long days at school since Year 1
It has also seen school camps and survived them
It’s seen both my apartment I used to live in and my new place of residence
My watch would tell me it's tired and worn out and needs sunlight and not a
Cupboard.
My watch ticked like a worn out traveler.
My watch is an empty surface with a life of memories inside it.
Its face stood worn out, tired and torn
Its face screamed out for light
My watch would tell me it's tired and worn out and needs sunlight and not a
Cupboard.
Its clock face went “tick” as it slowly died.