First there was the Donald Duck <br />Then the Hopalong Cassidy <br />Then Grammy gave a Swiss Incablock in 4th grade <br />A real watch that lasted past <br />Bertha Lederer commenting on it in the undergarduate stacks <br />Until I sort of killed it <br />When hunting for a body <br />I mercifully did not find <br />In a murky pool <br />When I was a life guard. <br /> <br />By then I was hooked <br />Accuracy to a minute a month <br />Aunt Ruth gave the money <br />That bought a splendid Accutron. <br /> <br />Some years and at least two watches later <br />A friend nudged me over my addiction <br />Sugggesting Kairos over Chronos <br />As antidote to the poison <br />Of my marriage to the unforgiving minute <br /> <br />Eight therapists later <br />At last I can shudder <br />For the child who was beaten <br />Because at first try <br />I could not make <br />My mind a slate.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-of-pure-autobiography-watches/
