The Bells of New Years Past
21st Century
It was the bells of Kirk, in Scotland, told
The alchemy of time turned into gold,
The way it is in poetry we bank
On unremembered moments leaping rank
And giving purpose to a fallen tear
In tempering the rush of year to year;
But time is only wealth when from its cask
The alchemist can make its contents task,
Remembering the future was before
The bells of Scotland sang from iron ore
And from the bank of memory we bring
Eternity to life in us and sing.
DayPoems Poem No. 2256
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2256.html">The Bells of New Years Past by William Brendan McPhillips</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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