The Old Man and His Watch

Late in the day,
An old man arrives at a trolley station.
He looks down at his watch.
Time seems to be running out.

It passes by so quickly,
Never knowing when it ends.
For the next step is a mystery,
A journey in twilight.

Once again, the old man looks down at his watch.
He paces back and forth.
Am I too late?
Where am I going?

The hand ticks,
Going around in circles.
A second, a minute.
It all seems lost.

But truly, he lived through all the time he had.
He is the character of his story,
And now he is here,
Waiting in silence.

The trolley arrives.
He is on time after all.
In confidence he steps inside.
"I am Father Time," he whispers to himself.

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