Old watches of silver
In glass cases, ticking.
How many days have
These timepieces seen?
How many gloved hands
Went to them for guidance?
How many places
Have these treasures been?
Their desperate ticking
Is making you itch
To run paths forgotten
And times far away.
Gears are still turning,
Memories burning.
Go check the time
Before it goes astray.
Mariella Hunt 