A great watch, once a faithful guide,
But time itself it cast aside.
Months blurred to weeks, then winter cold,
Before its fate I tried to mold.
To the quiet shop, I bore my plea,
"Can you please fix this right for me?"
The watchman murmured, slow and low,
"I am trying," he let me know.
"Excellent!" I pushed, a hopeful sigh,
"Then please, I beg you, harder try!"
Three moon cycles waned and grew,
Back to his counter, I withdrew.
"My watch?" I asked, with rising dread.
"I'm having a hard time," he said.
"You must have patience," was his claim,
My patience bled into a flame.
"Patience?" I cried, my voice was strained,
"How hard can common gears be gained?"
He called it 'complex,' a weary plea,
I sensed he toyed with me.
He lured me in, a cruel design,
To make me wait, to cross the line.
Each week, each month, his simple game,
My rising anger, fueled by shame.
Enough! I thought, no more this strife,
No more this draining, fruitless life.
"Keep it," I said, a bitter phrase,
And walked away from those lost days.
When all control begins to cease,
And people's games deny all peace,
You sometimes break, and breathe, "You win," it's true,
A bitter peace, to start anew.
I yearned for that watch, my time untold,
But knew its grasp I'd never hold.
So I'll do without it, truly free,
And rise above this mockery.
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- Published: July 16th, 2025 07:05
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Comments6
Frustration comes to mind in this poem of promises not kept. There seems a hidden motive in the watchmakers delay. A pity to loose the watch. I would have taken it back. A sad write of dreams unmet.
Thank you so much for your comment,Sorenbarrett. Sometimes it's best to just leave it and walk away; it's not worth the aggravation anymore.
You are most welcome if it were me I would take it home
A wonderful written write of dreams and promises not met and broken, some very poignant lines, very nicely expressed and written
Thank you so much for your comment, Poetic Licence. Thank you for understanding, you are so correct, right on point.π
You are very welcome
Friendship, this reads like Aesop had a nervous breakdown in a watch shop and came back with a moral and a grudge. I LOVE IT! The rhyme keeps it steady...but beneath it, thereβs that ticking tension, waiting to break. I love suspense. The bitterness is honest, earned, and quietly devastating. πΉπ
Thank you so much for your comment, Tristan.You're right on Point, my dear friend. You know how I think!πβ€οΈππ
Yay! You have a beautiful and most poetic mind, my dear friend. You are very welcome.
Hello Friendship,
Toying with one's patience to the point of exhaustion. It's a form of torture, especially so in this poem, ironic that the culprit is the watchman, the repairer of time, as it were and here he is waisting your time. The poem in itself is excellent, rhythms and rhymes perfected throughout give the poem a motion that welcomes the reader to each line as it drifts above the mockery of its subject. Superb!
Kind regards,
Tony.
Thank you so much for your kind words, Tony Grannell. I don't play well with others.
I truly get your sentiment here. Sometimes you just have to walk away, have a good scream, let it go, and feel better for it. So sorry about the watch, it probably misses you to. Good write!
Thank you so much for your comment, Sweet Bella Shepard. For me, it's just best to walk away.
Funny, that's a rather new one, a watchmaker who can't repair a timepiece? Well, learn new things every day! Pity you lost a favorite jewelry piece thus. Mine didn't last forever either, sadly. Excellently rendered with lovely imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for the comment, my sweet friend. You're so right, nothing lasts forever, yet I wish it would. Cheeky Missy, have a great day.
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