Pocketwatch

For once,
I don't really care if you place me second,
or third, or four, or even last.
Do you not see me
(attempting not to notice)
when you're trying to wind back your
silver pocketwatch?
Feigning time and time again.

Sorry.

But it's still pulling forward
like the rusty train on
broken railroad tracks.

chug-a-chug-a-choo choo!
To the little train that could,
good job.
Except,
time, considering it takes the place
of the little blue train,
descends
instead of the usual ascending.

I'll let you
wind back
the pocketwatch,
but will you let me
wind it for you?