A riddle by William Carlos Williams

It's a sort of a(n easy) riddle. What do you think the poem is about? And add any comment you choose.


Each time it rings
I think it is for
me but it is
not for me nor for

anyone it merely
rings and we
serve it bitterly
together, they and I

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