While bells at twilight toll (parody)

(with apologies to A. E. Housman)

While bells at twilight toll
this day like usual, I am without a soul;
soon in the evening I myself will be gone
whispering for the night to come on.

I cannot blame the bright light
nor your whispering back in the night;
though even if we in this night were still
before we part I would catch a chill.

[Reference: XVII “Bells in the tower at evening toll” by A. E. Housman.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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