The Final Toll

     I know that I have posted this one before, though I am too lazy busy to look back through the archives to see exactly when that it was published, I know it has been sufficiently long enough for the older readers of poemsandponderings,(self-included) to have forgotten about it. I know I say this all too often, but it truly is one that I am proud to have written. I do hope the newer visitors here will find it to their liking, as well as the long-suffering martyrs. Thanks for sticking with me through it all.

Take time out to enjoy your Tuesday, and as the old-timers used to say, “they’re like a bath, you only get them once a week” (Actually, I made that up..I never heard anyone say that.)


The Final Toll

The mission bell tolled,

for the last time today,

tomorrow they’re coming,

 to take it away.


For two hundred years,

it rang everyday.

But, the mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


Yes, for two hundred years,

it sat in that tower,

a symbol of faith,

and of God’s power.


Calling the faithful,

to come, and to pray.

But, the mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


It rang for the marriage,

it rang for the birth,

it rang for the funeral,

and peace on earth.


It tolled in the morning,

and all through the day.

But, the mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


The monks who had raised it,

have long gone away,

and somewhere, in some church yard,

their bodies do lay.


And now like their bones,

the tower crumbles away.

So, the mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


Now, the people don’t come,

like they did in the day,

when people it seemed,

made time to pray.


But, repairs they cost money,

and the workmen want pay.

So, the mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


They’ll come in the morning,

to take it away,

off, to be melted,

and reformed in some way.


The silence will deafen,

what we heard everyday.

The mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


For the people who came,

were the people who gave,

if they were still coming,

the bell, could have been saved.


But now, all of those people,

have just time, for play.

So, the mission bell tolled,

for the last time today.


Jack Downing

Sept. 2009

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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8 Responses to The Final Toll

  1. Michael says:

    Jack, My first time reading this. Thanks and Best Regards. !!!

  2. adeeyoyo says:

    So sad. I love the sound of a bell ringing… Now it’s tolling its farewell.

  3. Poems with the repeated refrain are very effective in delivering the mood

  4. says:

    I can see the church in Arlington that had the best steeple and bell tower, ever, because of your words. I watched it burn to the ground from an MBTA bus on Mass Ave many, many years ago. Wow, it’s amazing what kicks a memory into gear.

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