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.
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