Evening Bells Chime
Evening bells chime in the steeple
Merry villagers doff their workday masks
Like schoolchildren, not yet grown-up people
Untethered from their joyless tasks
One's a druggist; another a clerk
All count the minutes 'til five
Matters not where they work
The hour of freedom's arrived
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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