Those Bell Chimes Poem by Bironga Chadwick

Those Bell Chimes



Those evening bells! Those evening bells!
How many a tale their music tells,
Of high school and that sweet time
When last I heard their soothing chime.

Those joyous hours are past away,
And many a heart, that then was gay.
And now in boring campus adult life it dwells,
And hears no more of those evening bells,
But of drunken stupor and irresponsible yells,
From young people cast on their own,
Green and their gullibility swells,
A world of responsibility and freedom they are torn,
Unable to know what is best for them.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Nostalgia
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