I can hear the funeral bell tolling in the church across the way <br />Calling in the family and friends of the deceased one for to pray <br />For the soul of the departed though what happens to the soul <br />When life's last breath we have taken would seem beyond our control, <br />Tolling slow and tolling loudly carrying in the freshening breeze <br />Out there in the sunlit Parkland birds are whistling on the trees <br />Life on Earth goes on as usual though to life people come and go <br />Though of a life after death it would seem none can say that they truly know, <br />Listening to the bell toll slowly makes me once again recall <br />My own very fragile mortality there's a last day for us all, <br />Life is brief the years go quickly time does not wait for you or I <br />And they say the longer we live the sooner we are going to die <br />And though the funeral bell is tolling in the house of prayer nearby <br />Swallows chirp above the Parkland in the bright and sunny sky.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-can-hear-the-funeral-bell/
