It is July on My Clock

So it is July on my clock

A month after half the walk

Though 'tis the beginning I feel,

For a new embellishment, my life shall steal

From whom, hardly I know

But definitely the best one that my world will show!

So it is July on my clock

And I met an old man on the dock

With a white beard and silver hair

He said "If I tell a story, would you care?"

Not quite eager for my response,

He anyway started his share

"So it was July on my clock

And I was as handsome as Dwayne 'The Rock'

I looked for embellishment too

When I couldn't find any, I was as young as you

In New York I was, yet enthusiastic but hungry for it

I made up my mind to steal a bit

So it was July on my clock

And one morning somebody gave my door a knock

By then happy as I was

With what I stole, being the cause

I quickly grabbed open the door knob

With bewildered words, a voice said:

'Oh my! Is this you, Bob!?'

So it was July on my clock

And I had ignored all his talk

For it seemed quite a minute disappointment,

In my worthy life, that he had lent

I said to myself:

'Being such a good character,

Why would anyone not like me?

He is just jealous, I see!'

So it was July on my clock

And that day it rained in New York

Downstairs I went with my umbrella

Streets filled with children, playing in the hour

One of them, Kyle, was it?

Came running to me, soon faded his smile

'Did you have an umbrella all this while?!'

So it was July on my clock

And I was in a shock

A question that needed time and thought

Brought me here and helped me sought

It was not soon before I realised,

This embellishment did not quite define me

After all, it was a stolen asset you see!

So it was July on my clock

And after quite a lot of hours I came here to this dock.

I made sure I shall create my own flavour

A flavour that I did not beg, borrow or steal.

An original and authentic feel

And yes! That was me, is me and shall be me, always!"

So it is July on my clock

And I lost the old man somewhere at Dwayne 'The Rock'

He doesn't seem to have a tasteful flavour of his own,

And hence all this mourn!

He says to me, "I hope my presence has been worth your while!"

Scarce as my time with that man, I cared just enough to smile

He left before me, I'm glad

I'll spend a few hours here, while I'm still a lad!