Ticking

 Ticking 

Within a drawer forgotten, there I reside,

An antique watch, cast aside,

Once cherished, passed hand to hand,

To a beloved son, a treasured brand.

Each second's rhythm, a tale to tell,

Of yesteryears, where memories dwell 

My polished casing, now weathered, worn,

Holds tales of lives that have moved on.

I had dreams to capture time 

Celestial music, my constant chime.

Witnessed laughter, tears, and fears 

Companion through years, eras, and tears 

Now dormant, my gears grown still,

Longing for purpose, a void to fill.

Tired of time, standing still 

Yearning to move, the constant thrill 

Whispers of hours forgotten, I keep,

Echoes of moments in slumber deep.

In this silence, I patiently bide,

An pocket watch, on an evanescent ride 

Maxwell O’Reilly