I was going to buy a watch
Beautiful and dear
A most elegant way
To watch the seconds disappear
Marble and olive wood
A brand, an aspiration
An aesthetic I thought good
It was to be a special watch
But then I considered
Value and money
How the cheapest pen is priceless
And buyers remorse is funny
I thought of those last days
Seeking consolation from life past
Where would the watch feature?
Would it be first or last?
I considered the value of a memory
Amazon could give no price
Proof that somethings are still sacred
And well, that is very nice
That word, value
A single definition
And yet
So many applications
The same seconds will sink
Into the sand
Be it on a humble Casio
Or a well-crafted clock hand
And I think what I value
Is what most makes my smile expand
That quality so joyous
But hard to plan
I was going to buy a watch
But I've though of something better
Close your eyes, hold out your hand
I've written you a letter
Dave James Horn ©
About Dave James Horn
Based in Folkestone, Dave James Horn writes poetry to raise a smile and provoke a thought. He is part of Poet’s Corner Folkestone and an organiser of the Folkestone Language Exchange. Read his full bio here.