Ode to my Watch

Embodiment of my talisman
Distorted; yet you stand with a silent dignity.
Not as loss of purpose, but loss of ability
Though you serve time, the hours have been unkind
dishonouring you,
as your frail form does not receive the minutes as it once did.
Though you are still definite and independent, the gathering of your information remains unappreciated,
as broken is your clasp.
Hours before, the key to a flow of decisive movements
was held within your frail interlocked pieces.
Your movements remain wise, unchanging in your pattern,
following a lead of other time-administrators
who come before you in presentations and patterns of unchanging formality.
As part of my presence, you encourage me to develop my ability
and need for a direct connection to a universal system.
Quartz, your simple mechanism has never betrayed me, though you band was poor.
Faults not of your fault
Yes, my dear, you know, although you may not admit in your confidence.
My love is unwavering, and I accept your state of bitter contemplation.