Ode to Pocket Watch
Jacob Pietryga
Dazzling metal at the end of chain,
A show of the sagacious, suave soul.
As it appears, to age you abstain;
Your beauty shines through time’s toll.
Long ago, you may have been new,
A beautiful masterpiece, through and through.
Your exterior sheen with lavish hue,
You stole hearts with grace’s coup.
You bestowed man with heaven’s gift,
A way to measure that once immeasurable time;
Even when traversing our generations’ rift
The tintinnabulation of your tick remains sublime
My ancestors before me knew your priceless worth,
So they passed you along down the family tree.
I was just a lad when you felt my home’s hearth,
And it was then that you were given to me.
And although it brings me to tears,
And I do this only with heaviest of heart,
I follow the traditions of past years;
I’m sorry, but we must finally part.
You may find sanctuary in young, safe hands,
Or you may be titled squalid, destitute.
I tell you this now, before you journey foreign lands,
For our precious time together demands tribute.
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