The ticking of a pocket watch,
A rhythm steady, never lost,
Each tick and tock, a gentle rhyme,
A nostalgic melody in the symphony of time.
It echoes through the quiet night,
A timeless tale of sheer delight,
A constant friend through storm and shine,
A nostalgic melody in the symphony of time.
Its hands dance along the dial,
In perfect sync, mile after mile,
A whispering secret, so sublime,
A nostalgic melody in the symphony of time.
With every beat, a memory’s embrace,
In its cadence, a familiar grace,
Tales of love and loss entwined,
A nostalgic melody in the symphony of time.
In the silence, it sings its song,
An ancient lullaby, deep and strong,
Forever humming, a mystical chime,
A nostalgic melody in the symphony of time.
It marks the hours, the days, the years,
Through joy and sorrow, through hopes and fears,
A constant companion, an old-time prime,
A nostalgic melody in the symphony of time.