The bells are ringing a sobering toll,
a reminder of a bargain struck many years ago
that is now quickly coming to collect on the deal…
A deal with the devil, with whom I sold my soul,
and pledged my life, before I kissed the seal.
The hour glass that turns o’er and o’er,
giving me hour after hour until there are no more.
Each grain of sand held the promise of time…
time that was spent that he would never restore;
Payment is due and is long past its prime.
The watcher, tick-tocker, pace-maker, the keeper,
rope-notcher, night-stalker, toll-taker, the reaper…
I wanted, I needed, I bartered for them - and for me,
confronted and pleaded, martyred for them – graciously.
Now the pendulum swings slower and I know they are grown,
they’ve moved on, they have places to go,
lives to live, blessings to give, and bargains to make…
Remember this when the bells toll and he comes to collect my soul:
The debt came due for the loving of you, a deal I would never forsake.
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