Old Man's Watch

In the twilight of a fading day, 
memories merge with the sun’s 
last ray, and time spins on the 
spring of an old man’s watch, 
echoing the past with each tick 
and tock.

Chiming the hour as he walks the 
street, silence surrounds him, 
profound and sweet.

Each house stands still, a witness 
to time. Each brick, each window, 
a rhythm, a rhyme.

He wonders if the chime is meant for 
him or is just another of time’s many 
whims.

With each step forward the past 
seems to retreat, yet in every chime 
past and present meet.

Time has moved through the 
minutes, and the hours, and the 
years, and through it all he’s lived 
his loves, his losses and cried all 
his tears.

As night pulls the fading light closer 
to it, the old man ponders the 
infinite and wonders where it is he 
will finally stand between the hour 
and the minute hand.