The Bell

In silence, time is astir, Gathering footprints From the hourglass of life, taking its toll; Meanwhile, as if in jubilation, A large church bell speaks, Publishing the age of another passed soul; Tallying each strike, I'm reminded, that life, Isn't analogous to the timing of eggs; Whose timer we flip and restart. Our sand, once through, completes life, And absents hope to be rid of dregs. I remember as a child that This church bell was rang once for each year of life.