I want them, I need them, I gotta have ‘em
I covet timepieces like I’m building a shrine
My collection is growing and yet I want more
Everyday I look for new and classic designs
I’m entranced by their automatic movements
The gears mark time like it’s something divine
I love to observe the seconds hands sweeping
Especially when the markers perfectly align
I have run out of room on my first watch box
As if I’m running out of time at this stage
Still I shop online but try to control myself
It’s an obsession that’s hard to assuage
I find a microbrand that catches my eye
Making sure it’s a price that I can afford
Reading and researching before deciding
Collecting them like I’m some kind of time lord
And when it arrives there is this type of rite
There is something about that first inspection
The unboxing becomes a ceremony
Captured for posterity and recollection
The box it came in goes into a bigger box
Just in case one day I may decide to sell
I feel like I’m hoarding for the love of time
Buying myself more time as far as I can tell
Love the pun at the end and the romp through consumerism. Man, I’m like this with running shoes…
Solid pen, Wally
Thanks Betty. Most of us have our little guilty pleasures.
Powerfully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend, dig the time lord mention. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian. I knew I may tap in the world of Dr. Who but in this little poem, with so little time, I had to.