The Golden Pocket Watch: A Sonnet Inspired by a Gift

The golden chains from which you hang now shine, And likewise does your golden frame appear, Enough to so reflect this face of mine In face I see is gleaming glass this clear. This gift reminds me of my past today, On such a day as graduation can Present itself with memories that may Give pride of work before and works in plan. But now, you golden timepiece I have wound To set the ticking time to future haunts, In which you never cease the ticking sound, Yet truly never have; just resting daunt. Though Kronos never dies, as time and death, Remember he too rests to catch his breath.