When the bell tolls

At times when I hear
a church bell that tolls,
I know that there
is more to life
than just living.

On a Sunday
the bell tolls almost endlessly,
(like a alarm clock)
before the service begins.

At times when I hear
a church bell that tolls,
it rings for a funeral
and I am glad
that I’m alive.

At a wedding
the bell sings a joyful song
and everyone smiles at each other
and wait for the bride to appear.

In the dead of night
the bell tolls lonely
no one cares about
the time that it keeps,
as sleep creeps deeper
into everybody’s soul.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!