I have a temporary home at Bulgari
on the via Condotti,
out of sight of the hoi-polloi.

I am seen only by those who matter
by appointment to those who are driven
rather than drive

who live in palazzi or behind gates.
those with their private security
who board their heirs in Switzerland

I too am blue blood; upper-class.
I even have blue blood names
Girard Perrigaux. Tour de I’lle.

Not that the likes of you
would have ever heard of me.
Maybe Rolex but not me.

No one calls me a wrist watch;
a wrist watch is a Timex or Seiko.
I am a timepiece.

A wrist watch is lower class.
Declasse. A functionary. A prol.
Worn by prols.

A wrist watch is a disposable
worn by nobodies;
I am worn by those who matter

those with power and wealth.
I am a tasteful way to impress
billionaire friends.

I will live in Mayfair, Zurich or Beverly Hills
spend Summer in Monte Carlo;
We are different Timex and me.

I will not spend my life in a drawer
when the batteries wear out.
I will be handed down to his son

And when I am discreetly purchased
I will be delivered and billed
in the manner to which a gentleman
worthy of me is accustomed.

The rich really are different;
any wall clock will tell you the time.

I will tell everyone we meet
we are better than you.”
Because we are.




About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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One Response to Timepiece

  1. beetleypete says:

    The whole point of expensive possessions beautifully summed up in one poem. Perfect.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

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