The Watchmaker's Legacy

In a quaint little shop, where the tick-tock resounds,
A watchmaker labors, where time knows no bounds,
With hands worn and weathered, he crafts with great care,
Each timepiece a vessel, each moment laid bare.

His workshop is filled with the whispers of hours,
Of laughter and heartache, of dreams and of flowers,
For each watch that he fashions, each delicate gear,
Holds the echoes of lives, both precious and dear.

He shapes the fine metal, he polishes glass,
With a flick of his wrist, he makes memories last,
For within every ticking, a story unfolds,
Of love and of loss, of the young and the old.

A child’s first heartbeat, a lover’s sweet sigh,
The warmth of a friendship, the tears when we cry,
Each moment is captured, each glance and embrace,
In the heart of the watch, time finds its own place.

“Wear this,” he whispers, “and carry it near,
For the moments it holds will forever be clear,
When you glance at the dial, let the memories flow,
For time is a river, and you’re part of its glow.”

As the years drift like leaves on the soft autumn breeze,
The watches keep ticking, with grace and with ease,
They tell of the journeys, the paths we have crossed,
Of the laughter we’ve shared, and the love that we’ve lost.

For time is a tapestry, woven with care,
Each thread a connection, each moment a prayer,
And the watchmaker knows, as he works through the night,
That our stories are timeless, our spirits take flight.

So when you wear a watch, remember its song,
The memories it carries, the places you’ve gone,
For in every tick lies a piece of your soul,
A legacy crafted, a story made whole.

In the heart of the watchmaker, a truth shines so bright,
That time is a treasure, a dance in the light,
And though moments may fade, like shadows at dusk,
The legacy of memory is a bond we can trust.

- Khushi Kaul