Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Time Parade

The seconds click past, a paper flower on each spoke

Minutes prance along, spangles and tassles tossing
Hours and hours press close, hoping for a glimpse

The days reach and stretch, sweets are at hand

The wiley weeks slip past, a siren sounds

The broom and wheelbarrow escort the months
and the band fades

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