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My Old wristwatch

Is heavy,
puts the weight of the world in my hands,
a heavier burden if I do not know what I carry,
Time.

Is talkative,
It has told the time for too long,
where everybody listens,
but has no true Idea what to do with the knowledge.

Is brilliant,
not a genius,
it calculates my true worth:
As the worth of a man is in how he spends his time.

Is exhausted,
Its ticks and tocks,
It is a place where the short is more powerful than the long.
If it holds still, a second,
the whole world moves on
but with a delay in their schedule.

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They say \'Time is of the essence\' but what is the essence of time?