THE CHURCH BELL IN MARKET SQUARE

in the morning
while lying in my bed
I hear the church bell in Market Square

GONG…GONG…GONG

I count the tolls
and with every one
wish it would stop
so I could keep sleeping
and remain hidden from the day

then in the afternoon
when I’m sitting down at the coffee shop
taking a break from work
I hear it bang out the time again

GONG…GONG…GONG

and with every toll
wish it would stop because
I would rather sit there
at the coffee shop
forever
than go back to work

then in the night
after the day has run off with the sun
I am again lying in bed
reading myself to sleep
and there it goes

GONG…GONG…GONG

with each toll
I wish it would stop
that it wouldn’t be as late

that I just had a little more time