My funeral bells
I had never known how nor where that sound came from. It was there the first day, the day I was born. It did not stop, only accelerated its pace; it confused me, and I always looked for a trace. It was there at first love when I kissed that little boy, as I gripped his low back and gave him a smile, the sound then appeared to grow loud. It was because, I found out, when my heart throbbed faster, the sound faster grew loud.