A Pocket Watch

A poem about, you guessed it, a pocket watch.

I remember pocket watches

Novelties, prized possessions

Of shimmering metal, silver and gold

The slow tick tock of time passing, age wearing on

The delicacy and intricacy of the inner workings 

Of cogs and bolts and screws

I remember pure white gloved hands, 

Reaching for a pocket watch

And neatly trimmed waistcoats with top hats upon heads

And a sweet delicate arm of a lady

Laced between a man's

Then there were watches upon wrists

And pocket watches bid farewell

However I remember pocket watches

A novelty of classy silver and gold.

Author's Note

Hi, haven't written anything for a while. But the line "I remember pocket watches" flashed through my head and this is what transpired from it. Something very short and random although I felt like I could have added more... Thanks for reading.