My Watch

My grandfather gave me a small time piece,
An object designed to keep working,
Despite the motions caused by a human.
Often referred to as a watch.
A neat glass case, with half quartz movements
A silhouette under a clear face,

The hands mislead you in mesmerising circles.
So small, so powerful.
An object that inevitably twirls its hands, to make a hollow spherical shape.
That indicates time,
Time.
That gets you up in the morning and stops the earth from running itself flat.

Without the carrier of time,
I am as useless as a solider without a gun,
As irrelevant to mankind as a fly.
Yet I am the carrier of time,
In a metallic based watch, time is my help.

For my grandfather time ended.
But the clock doesn't stop ticking,
Memories are lost, and acquired,
Time cannot be owned,
It continues beyond our time.