"Watching You"

Sitting alone on the bedside table, denouncing away;
The mos that makes up someone else’s day.
I hear nothing but the marking of every second within the confines of my dial;
I wish much too much, that I was alas once again agile,
I see but a mere reflection of my world through my concave view;
The tenners of me unwinding with someone else’s coiling have left me knackered beyond a repair or two.
As I sing my last ticking song;
I know in this world I did belong.
For being the coveted trophy, that adjourned the wrist of my victor;
I was their pride, joy and time hector.
I wassail thee my owners with the last clank of my sound;
For I, was your timekeeper whom you so lovingly wound.