Ding & Dong

 

When sad Ding ceased its ringing

Poor Dong lost its zeal for singing

Resulting in a solemn mournful knell

Dong wished Ding would not let go

But Dong just had no way to know

Was no chance left to ever ring the bell?

 

Silence swelled from wounds that linger

Each felt themselves a lowly ringer

Not good enough to freely chime and toll

Was there a short in their connection

An ill wind blown in their direction

A way to spark the flicker in each soul?

 

It’s bright Ding that Dong so misses

Each chance a troubled past dismisses

The belfry cast in shadows pale and grey

Why did it go so dreadfully wrong

For weary Ding and woeful Dong

Maybe Dang just kept getting in the way?

 

 

                    s. paul   (July 2021)