The Old Watchmaker's Shop

In a small village, nestled in the past,
Stood an old watchmaker's shop, forever to last.
The sign above the door creaked in the gentle breeze,
As the watchmaker, old and wise, worked with skilled ease.

He fixed the ticking hearts of timepieces old,
And brought new life to clocks, whose rhythms had grown cold.
The villagers would bring their broken timekeepers to his door,
And he would work his magic, to make them tick once more.

One day, a young boy wandered into the shop,
With a curious mind and a heart that loved to hop.
He watched the watchmaker's skilled hands move with ease,
As he fixed a pocket watch, with intricate expertise.

The boy asked the watchmaker, with eyes wide with wonder,
"How do you make these timepieces tick, and thunder?"
The watchmaker smiled, and said with a twinkle in his eye,
"It's all about the mechanism, my boy, and the way it's designed to fly."

He showed the boy the gears, and the springs, and the wheels,
And explained how they worked together, to make the timepiece reveal.
The boy listened with awe, as the watchmaker's words came alive,
And he felt a sense of wonder, at the magic of the watchmaker's jive.

Years went by, and the boy grew up, and moved away,
But he never forgot the watchmaker, and the lessons he'd learned that day.
He became a watchmaker himself, and fixed timepieces with ease,
And he always remembered the old watchmaker's wise words, and expertise.

One day, the boy, now a man, returned to the village, and the shop,
And found the old watchmaker, still working, with hands that still didn't stop.
He showed the old man a pocket watch, that he'd found in his attic, one day,
And asked him to fix it, and make it tick, in a major way.

The old watchmaker took the watch, and examined it with care,
And said, "This is an old one, my boy, but I think I can make it repair."
He worked his magic, with hands that moved with ease,
And after a while, the watch began to tick, with a gentle breeze.

The man was amazed, and thanked the old watchmaker, with glee,
And asked him, "How do you do it, after all these years, you still see?"
The old watchmaker smiled, and said with a twinkle in his eye,
"It's all about the love, my boy, and the passion that never dies."

The man left the shop, with the watch ticking away,
And felt a sense of wonder, at the old watchmaker's display.
He realized that some things, never grow old,
And that the old watchmaker's skills, were still worth more than gold.

And as he walked away, he heard the old watchmaker say,
"After all this time, it still works."