And Each Day

Until My Last

Sometimes when I hear

Church bells ringing

They take me back

When I was young

And together with

My family we enjoyed

Listening to the

Church choir singing.

Those fond days

Have long passed

But their memories

I will always cherish

Today, tomorrow

And each day

Until my last.

Ralph L. Clark © 2001

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