“Excuse me sir,
Do you have the time?”
I asked hoping he knew, and
If he did, he’d be the first.
He glanced at his watch
Gold.
So fancy and new,
And proclaimed,
“Why yes,
It’s ten past noon”
With an arrogant grin;
A cocky smile
He tips his hat,
All the while
Never realizing
The clock hands were
Frozen on his dial.
Without protest,
I thank him,
I politely play along.
For how could I
Correct him
If mine too,
Was wrong?
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