The Watch

Found my grandfathers watch and wanted to write something and this is what came from it.

I found my grandfather’s watch today,

It was in a drawer, tightly nestled away.

Almost as if it were a forgotten relic,

The gold watch, I am happy they didn’t sell it.

I rather doubt my dad would do that,

He loved his father, I knew that.

Something drew me to that drawer that day,

It’s been about seven years since he passed away.

February seventeenth, two thousand eight,

Was the day I lost someone great.

My grandfather and I were not close,

It is one of the things I regret the most.

 

It isn’t like he was very far away,

So why couldn’t I just take time out of my day,

To visit family I actually liked?

I hate that I wasn’t psyched,

To see my grandfather, I should have felt honored,

Instead I shrugged off the gift I was offered.

His knowledge and wisdom forever lost to me,

I have but bits and pieces of his legacy.

He was a greater man, than I will ever be,

If I am even a tenth of what he was I’ll be lucky.

 

I still have a chance to learn a thing or two,

He taught my dad pretty much all he knew.

I need to make an effort not to squander,

This opportunity to learn from my father.

Maybe someday I will be able to pass along,

Lessons I’ve learned, the sense of right and wrong.

For I know, I am not a great man,

With the help of my family, perhaps I can.

I have found some strength in a way,

All because I found his watch that day.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Krizito]

The say when a man dies, his spirit lives on in the memory of loved ones. So even if they're gone, by immortalizing their memory with great pieces such as this, we make a whole world of amends. Keep up the good work.

[B. Boileau]

His legacy is obviously not lost. You write of a generation of great men,as your watch ticks by, in time more than likely sooner than later you'll find yourself in that age... and find you know and do exactly as he did... it's in your bloodline...

An excellent testimony to your grandfather. I'm sure he would be proud
bill

[Jacob Clifford]

This is a great tale of life after death. When we leave this earth, we leave behind part of ourselves that never truly goes away. There is always time to improve, as long as you make the effort.