Why I like My Watches Analog

I know the feelin', bro.

Thanks, Steve and Matt.

Hmmm..you can't stop it.

Thank you, kitty.

*, Gary. It's almost hypnotic. Well-written...as usual.

Indeed, indeed!

Sweep is a perfect word here, perfect spot. Good poem.

Thank you, David.
Thank you, Ed.
Thank you, Sam.

Oh, Gary, you have nailed our quiet desperation.

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Thank you, Barry.

Never did take a liking to sweeping.*

Thank you, Tim.

*work watch sweep life away**

Thank you, Nonnie.

Love the title. This compact poem says it all. And the shape, the arrangement of the words works great--made me think of an egg timer somehow. The sand running down until only four specks of sand are left, then three, then one, then ... zip. Suggestion: Maybe consider placing the full stop on the last line by itself? *

Thank you, Ray.

Thank you, David