Upon a Stool

Once upon a time

I sat alone

With nothing more than cold, damp stone.

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Upon a stool

I sat and sat

And thought about

The fool

I’d been.

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At times I’d shout

But no one came

Much to my chagrin.

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I wasn’t meant

To be let out.

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There was no doubt

That I’d been bad,

And caused others

To be very sad.

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Those with clout

Set my punishment,

And so I sat

Amongst the stone.

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All alone.

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Yes,

There were times

I thought that

I’d go mad.

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But then the light

Would shine bright

And hope restored

my inner lad.

copyright Robyn Graham

Upon a Stool

“Do not let your heart envy sinners, but always be zealous for the fear of the Lord.  There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” Proverbs 23:17-18