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.)

Jake

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. mchogarty@aol.com 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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