THE LITTLE LONEOLY BELL.doc

THE LONELY LITTLE BELL

 

A little bell in a steeple lived

With all the other bells

Some were big, and some were small

But he was the tiniest of them all.

 

Each Sunday morning at eleven am

The bells would peal out loud

Across the country far and wide,

They would play their tunes with pride.

 

The little bell was very sad

His peal could not be heard

The other bells were far too grand

He felt that no chance did he stand

 

The other bells just laughed at him,

Poked fun and  jokes and jeered.

But the little bell  said you have your fun

One day my time will come”

 

Then one dark night Disaster hit

Fork lightening hit the spire

The big old bells had pealed their last.

Their future was now their past.

 

But wait a moment, all’s not lost

The little bell survived

He now plays happily on his own

Whilst the old bells sulk and groan.

 

 

So big may not always be the best

And he who laughs last wins all

Will it last? only time alone will tell,

But hark hear the laughter of a happy little bell

c. gypsyb1998