Second Hand Dreams

Tired is the second hand
That moves around the clock
For he only has one job
To the sound of tick and tock
He sees the same people
Going around the face all day
But never gets to stay long
And has nothing much to say
He dreams of a big holiday
Flying to Madrid and to Seville
To see flamenco dancing horses
But chances are he never will
Andalusia head held downward
Dancerís red dress swings about
Six feet all stamping to the beat
Faster than time pieces turn out

Poetry by Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-16 at 15:44

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
dreams and reality rarely mix, wonderful images ~

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
I has a dyslexic time peace, therd and it is go's tockey ticale!
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