I have a Hunter Watch

Which I keep on a Chain

In my waistcoat pocket

Pull the chain
To relive the pain

It speaks to me often

I look at its hands guiding me slowly

Towards the end of the day

Pull the chain
To relive the pain

We have long conversations

Never overheard

As the hours mature

My office empties

And alone once more

I look at my Hunter Watch

For the final time

It informs me to take my leave

Another day ends

And soon I meet my special girl

By the tea-house

Where we eat and chat

And watch the world pass by

After our meal

I give her my Hunter Watch

For it is her turn

To watch its time pass

As she sits like me

Bored in her office

 

William Sherwood (1927)