
A pocket watch of gold,
A relic of the past,
A symbol of the age,
A reminder of the past.
Adventures secret and untold
The intricate details of its design,
A marvel of craftsmanship and skill,
The gold and silver hues so divine,
A timeless beauty that stands still.
An object so small and so benign
A relic of the days,
When life was simpler still,
A time of elegance,
A time of grace and skill.
When a speakeasy was a thrill
The hands of time move ever forward,
But this watch will never change,
It will always remain the same,
A reminder of the past, a timeless exchange.
A watch bearing a family name
A time of grandeur,
When life was slow and sweet,
A time of joy and laughter,
A time of peace and rest.
A family tree’s lost chapter
A watch of beauty,
A watch of love and laughter,
A watch of wonder and smile,
A watch of love and laughter,
A watch of Victorian style.
About the Creator
Zeddicus Zane
I am an engineer and reiki master. I write stories and poems across various genres.
IG: @zeddicuszane
Twitter: @ZeddicusZane
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