A poem About Watch Collecting!
A watch is just to tell the time, At least that was the starting line. But then I found one, sleek, unique, And suddenly I’m shopping every week. A diver here, a pilot there, A dress watch shining, far too rare. A chrono ticking loud and proud, A vintage piece that draws a crowd. Boxes stacked, the straps all spill, My wallet weak, my wrist fulfilled. Each watch a story, tick by tock, A tiny world inside the clock. And though my friends may roll their eyes, At late-night bids and eBay buys, A collector knows, it’s not a phase— It’s chasing time in endless ways