My grandfather ate in the eve.

A timepiece rest above his sleeve.

Worked many a day for it paid.

Measuring time, where the sun laid.

Great craftsmanship, he’d invested.

Tardiness, he truly bested.

Upon his death, father cried.

From his wrist, forever had lied.

My dad sat and watched the TV.

The timepiece hit 8, he could see.

Sent to bed, I yearned to stay up.

Denied, something strong in his cup.

I secretly played in the dark.

The phone consumed me like a shark.

When dad died, his watch in the will.

The watch broke, forever still.