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