Three Bells

Ive heard the sound of three bells this year.
Each different, in chime and audacity.

I cherished each sound each day I heard,
Them play their single tone.

The first bell was bold and confident you could say,
It seemed to listen, every word spoken.
Mysterious and cunning the bell portrayed,
Left me down and broken.

The second bell was from a distant land,
Imported for its soothing and exotic tone.
Years passed, but alas the day came, my friend,
When I left the bell to atone.

The third and final bell,
was the smallest and had the highest chime of all.
This bell stood high in the tower, unreachable.
This bell caused me the greatest fall.

Something different now I fear,
I seem to miss these sounds.
For now I strain and strain but never hear,
The sounds of these bells that I held, oh so dear.