The funeral bell is ringing a reminder of our mortality <br />Farewelling a deceased soul one day 'twill ring for me <br />Ringing in the stillness of this cool Autumn day <br />Across the rural city in the morning damp and gray. <br /> <br />The funeral bell is pealing for one a last farewell <br />And few sounds sadder than the slow peals of the loud funeral bell <br />Above the streets and houses it echoes to the sky <br />For one bound for her or his last resting place the cemetery nearby. <br /> <br />The peewees in the town park distinctive in their call <br />And the magpie on a wattle pipe on this cool morning in the Fall <br />And for one who will not breathe again the eulogy is read <br />And the funeral bell is tolling in memory of the dead. <br /> <br />The funeral bell is ringing for one a last goodbye <br />And on the clock of our mortality the hours just seem to fly <br />Respect to the departed is all that we can pay <br />And for each and everyone of us a final night and day.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-funeral-bell/
