"Time Travel"

What is time travel, if not memories replayed?

Stationary I stand, as childhood scenes cascade.

Yearning for grandad's watches, elegantly displayed,

small dial, hand-wound, slim profile neatly arrayed.

Each watch adorned his wrist as if custom-made,

Reflecting class and poise that never fade.

Now bulky, bling, and smart - toys invade,

Yet my pilot pioneer revives the '70s shade.

Thirty-six mil, hand-wound, rough dial portrayed,

Like rugged '70s terrain, its texture handmade.

Patina lume glows soft, like lamps before they fade,

Clear numerals whisper time, simple yet staid.

A gift from my future, evoking decades gone fast,

Each present glance, a doorway to the past