Tinkle of the Bell


It is the Christmas season, there is no time to stop
There aren’t that many more days that we have left to shop
To make sure we have presents for those we love so well
Unlike those that are now served by the tinkle of the bell

We often walk right by them in our haste to find
The special gift or present that we have in mind
We pick from all the items that each shop has to sell
Unlike those that are now served by the tinkle of the bell

We all have our problems, times are tougher then before
With the rising price of things, they’re harder to pay for
But every day I give thanks that on hard times I never fell
Unlike those that are now served by the tinkle of the bell

Once all the shopping’s over and the gifts are neath the tree
With all the preparations made, time when our mind is free
To remember the true meaning of this time we love so well
And think of how God’s will is served by the tinkle of the bell.
 

 

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Tinkle of the Bell

  1. splitspeak says:

    Beautiful thoughts, Bob

    Love, Mehak

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