Time Machine

Many sizes it is both round and square

It tracks our life with no moment to spare.

It ticks, it tocks, with no end in sight

It sits on our wrist with all it might.

Hold on for the ride with either metal or leather

Heavy as a brick or light as a feather

Under water it works or maybe not

Oh no it stopped I will loose my spot

Always a good friend so near and dear

Without it, I know, there is much to fear