As
the Bell Tolls
By Ian Stevens
Can
anyone hear that?
Does
anyone stop to listen?
The
ringing in the air
That
which lies beyond the silence
pervading
throughout each and every person.
Does
anybody care?
Days
pass and so many take life for granted;
Taking
in oxygen with breathing,
hearing
and yet not actually listening,
looking
around without really seeing,
living
without actually being.
So
many people yet so much emptiness;
the
miracle of a single flower goes unnoticed,
the
smell of the fresh autumn breeze never taken.
Unappreciated
and abandoned,
deserted
and forsaken.
Men
die with each passing day,
yet
no one cares.
So
many on the wrong road,
so
many just cast astray,
so
many just walking away,
never
stopping to look around.
Fading
in time,
falling
to the ground
as
Death comes to take them away,
one
by one,
seconds
ticking life away:
Tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Each
heartbeat and breath numbered,
but
so many forget:
“Life
isn't measured by the amount of breaths you take,
but
only by the moments that take your breath away.”
Make
life worth living,
be
someone to be remembered
for
someday
the
Reaper will come to lead you from this place,
and
he will ring a bell
someday...
Can
anyone hear that?
Does
anyone stop to listen?
The
ringing in the air
That
which lies beyond the silence.
It
is Death coming
as
the bell tolls...