My watch is too old for these times;
It would sit idle on my wrist
Refusing to calculate my pulse
Or show me a map to the nearest doctor
lest I fall behind.
It is powered by ideas of men long dead,
Not solar energy as I had hoped.
Finally, I had to abandon it
because it kept only time.
Now,
I grow old
With every application upgrade.
I grow old
With every software update.
I grow old
With every Apple event.
I grow old
With every accelerating net download.
I grow old
With every DP I upload.
I watch myself grow old
With every old watch I own.
