The Smart Jester
Once the fool, I came to pass
Vowed I’d never stand.
Waiting for the silly ways,
Along a silver band.
Twice the fool, chastised myself.
Never shall I wait.
But here I am, yet as I sit,
Upon a golden gate.
Thrice the last, a fool no doubt.
Try no more shall I.
The loneliness, the darkness,
The fool no more shall cry.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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