Relax, said the wristwatch, his owner a flurry
For time moves too quickly when you’re in a hurry
And I need my rest or I’ll go double speed
And your life will be only the length of a reed.
Have patience, dear timepiece. The busy man said.
If I don’t make this meeting, I’m better off dead.
Oh pish, said the wristwatch, don’t butter me up.
No job’s worth this madness, you should try your luck
At giving another man the time of day
For you aren’t precisely happy this way.
Don’t know what you mean, the busy man huffed
As he clutched at his briefcase and doubled up, puffed.
I believe that you do, sighed the wristwatch, ashamed
As his owner tried vainly to breathe in again.
Don’t panic, just listen to tock and to tick
You’ll be panting again my dear sir, double quick.
But not one reply did the busy man give
For his rushing had sped through the time he’d to live.
So you see you should heed what your clock has to say
And learn to take time, not just rush through the day.