I am a gold pocket watch
Once, I was new and sparkly
The object of everyone's
Admaration and respect
The smartest, sharpest, and most intelligent
I was perfect in my ticks and tocks
Now though I lie here lost and forgotten
In the bottom of a trunk
Hidden deep within attaic darkness
I've long since forgotten how to cry
My once accurate songs of ticks and tocks
Have failed me
My only friends are the clinging
Bits of dust that clog my gears
I am lost and forgotten here
As the world passes by
