Rolex Heirloom
Back when I was
just among the company's rank and file,
my 'rolex oyster perpetual'
stirred a collective, smirking smile;
they said I was
a phony or a victim of some shady deal,
but jewelers would swear
this heirloom from dad was real.
I sold the oyster,
made lucky investments, became the boss;
for fun, I wear
a cheap, ersatz rolex, but now I'm at a loss;
why, in boardrooms
or in hallways, it's my watch they closely watch
with admiration
and envy, like it's a fabulous catch!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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