THE CHIMES

Sometimes.
I listen to the chimes
that tell our time —
that fill the air
and note
the passing of the hours.

 

They are reminders
of my passing hours —
and right now
they seem to play
a melody of sadness

 

They suggest to me
that I am mortal
and though that’s true
I’d prefer it to be otherwise.
Yes, I’d rather be immortal.

 

Sometimes
I listen to those chimes
and pay them little heed.

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