"Watch This Space"

A watch isn't just for Christmas  
its for life  
it slips on my wrist  
as if its lived there since birth  
shiny silver,  
metal strap  
expensive  
not cheap  
second hand crap.  
 
It exists in between seconds  
in between the hands  
of the tick tick tock tocking  
rhythm of a wind up clock.  
the slight humming  
of the mechanical scat  
is my companion  
familiar like my own heartbeat  
it operates on a plexus  
of simplicity.  
A delicate instrument in the  
hands of a good man.  
 
A watch isn't just for leisure  
its time that i measure  
a instrument of total precision  
used for any mission  
a officially certified chronometer.  
Horology has long been a  
study of mine.  
 
This watch means so much  
passed from generation  
to generation  
broken and fixed  
through regeneration  
and the great depression  
a symbol of mankind's  
greatest achievements  
 
Forged in a fiery furnace
of a burning nebula
this watch weighed down  
with cosmic density
of a white star.
infinity is now mine to master  
times moves slowly  
and then faster  
depending on my perception.

And one day son this watch  
will be yours  
"when dad?"  
asked the son  
"watch this space son"  
i replied  
"watch this space"!