rows packed full of cars
cars stopping at the signs
to yield to people passing by
nearing the front doors
between the window's frames
to the left i see the same
plus people who don't come in
but instead walk to another entrance
something is different today
a bellringer, ringing his bell
he takes pride in the purpose of his work
and opens the door invitingly
always smiling
always greeting warmly
to make up for the cold
always ringing his bell
though his shoes are worn
and his coat is not enough
he stands there, shivering
and smiling
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