1. Pocket Watch

Such a marvel, this watch I have found,

So small, but with decided weight,

With a face so perfectly, fascinatingly round

 

And  I wound the dial so close, so tight,

It was tarnished, like the rest of the silver casing;

The face, encased, so staringly white

 

And long-still hands were still no more

They moved, coughingly, though, sputtering,

Finally stopping, still as they were before

 

And the back popped open, with prying

The gears were dull with ageless age,

I shook the watch and heard metal sighing

 

Its beautiful insides gasped into life,

It breathed, it moved, it breathed - it lived

And I watched for an hour, mesmerized

The End

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