Old Time vs. New

The old timepieces were more forgiving than all the new kind, as this sweet poem testifies. I offer it on this day with its oncoming plunge into early darkness later on.  It's called "Time Change" but I have no record of its author. Lovely anyway: 

Time is different with a digital watch.The minutes that used to limp aroundThe small dial on my left wristCome in early these daysLike the train. I wound it myself thenBut now time has changed.It jumps up at mePulsing Hours minutes seconds even daysInto then.My new watch saysIt’s now or never, kid. Whatever became of o’clock?You could make it last as long as an ice barOr another kiss,Walk in lateAnd still be on time.