The Stand He Stood On


The phone ringing out its cry,
the daunting walk to the door.
The laugh that once was, is now a sigh,
Everyone crying on the floor.
The stand he stood on.
The cold white walls hold the tears in,
The things that were, started to burn,
the accident hurt us, broke and beat us in.
The stand he stood on.
The stand he once stood on had shattered.
The rood proved too much,
the light had triumphed,
the stand he once stood on, his trusty back had broke.
Yes, my Grandpa is paralyzed.
His trusty stand is broke.
The stand he stood on.

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