The mule

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Thoughts are free—even in prison

Sometimes it happened
That I was a mule.
My stubbornness, it seems,
Made me act like a fool

I paid no attention
To any good word.
I kicked and I brayed
I wouldn’t run with the herd.

One day I discovered
In a field all alone
Just how very far
That I’d strayed from my home.

Hungry and tired
And ridden with pests,
I yearned for a pasture
Where I could find rest.

It is many years later
And my goal is in sight.
I no longer struggle
Over what’s wrong or what’s right.

I’m thankful today
Because I’ve found a new start.
I’m no longer mule-headed
Because I think with my heart.