The Last Bell Tolls
Misty eyed and weary over the gallows I blow
daunting a mere string in tow
last school bells rung
but the hallowed halls still call
Scuff marks mark my sentence
tough times as seconds slowly ticked by
pure white first day memories
when fresh minds mattered
puddles and mud stained canvas
darkness haunts to this very day
running ladders
locked away weekends didn't matter
Used and abused
a fresh life awaits
up high I fly
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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