Eccentric Collectors Poem by DM W

Eccentric collectors are my kind of folk.
Although they are the butt of many a joke,
They are so passionate about what they crave.
While others follow current fashions and raves,
They save up for antiques that are out of style.
They're curators of curious times gone by.
Yet like poets and artists, they never grow
Old, because they're concerned with the seeds they sow,
And not just seasonal fruit which comes and goes.
They know that true beauty is a slow arrow,
And not a quick fix remedy for all ills.
They know what aggravates the soul, and what stills
It, over a prolonged period of time.
There's method in their madness, which is sublime!