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A poem about my love of watches.

Submitted: March 07, 2017

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Submitted: March 07, 2017



The watch I bought in Florence

Takes me back to Italy

The locals talking Italian

And drinking tiny cups of coffee.


The watch my father gave me

Reminds me of dog walks

Summer games in the park

Glorious ice cream afternoons.


The watch my wife bought me

Is scratched and worn

But I wear it every day

It keeps me on track and time.


The watch I treated myself to

At Abbey Road studios is

My personal Beatles connection

Stepping off the pavement.


My favourite watches I own

Are classic retro leather strap

One has an oriental dragon motif

And cost less than a high street coffee.


To mark four decades they say

I should push the boat out

And buy a really expensive

Designer timepiece.


I say nothing and smile

They wouldn't understand

The cheap watch I wear

Is absolutely priceless.


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