Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

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

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Caren Krutsinger March 17, 2020 at 3:42 PM Masks every where, every day, every child, every face. Masks in lieu of faces. Gershon Wolf March 17, 2020 at 4:53 PM A sraG idraM, it seems. (That's Mardi Gras backward). ~ The Lone Ranger

Kenneth Cheney March 17, 2020 at 12:16 PM Merry villagers doff their workday masks. A loaded line in today's time. Interesting write. Gershon Wolf March 17, 2020 at 2:03 PM Heh, heh. Hadn't thought of the implications of 'workday masks' in today's world. Thanks for pointing it out. Best to you! Cheers, Gershon

Jenish Somadas March 17, 2020 at 12:27 AM lol.. Evening bells happily chime... In the present situation all the bells chiming through out.. No work... Well penned Gershon.. Gershon Wolf March 17, 2020 at 2:05 PM I think that the Chinese had bats in their belfries so to speak. ~ Ding-dong

M. L. Kiser March 16, 2020 at 9:32 PM That's the at I've always viewed it, good advice.

Kim Rodrigues March 16, 2020 at 8:25 PM Really nice write, my friend! Gershon Wolf March 17, 2020 at 2:05 PM Hey, thanks Kim! :) gw