Old Uncle's Pocket Watch
OLD UNCLE’S POCKET WATCH
It sticks in the memory now:
First the elapsing day,
Then weeks, months, years,
All shown in a second then.
It stared not into the future or past.
Its ticks measuring,
Collapsing the moment
Into a non-stop chain
Of silver links,
Its bright case
Stored timeless pictures.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2015
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