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