2022 in Passing:
The Bell
When the sweep of the pendulum
Appears like an arc,
of the Reaper’s grim scythe,
As Time ticks along rapidly,
And the bell it tolls for me.
We dare not question,
This tolling bell,
for it comes all to soon,
When it flows by our door,
And the bell it tolls for thee.
Too soon we are abducted from
The path of our lives,
just when we thought it all out
And the bell it tolls for we.
I find myself missing not only those
That went ahead before,
But also myself,
From the past and my youth.
And the bell it tolls for us.
There’s no hesitation,
To those hands,
That move onward and forward,
Through time eternally,
And the bell it tolls for them.
Just when we figure out how to live
We then learn the lesson of death,
Of those we never wished to lose,
Or fear we’ll not see again,
And the bell it tolls for all.
~Faintly Macabre~
12/26/2022
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