Crumbs, Chambers, Castles

The crumbs I stole were not worth the decades I lost in prison,

Finally I have risen,

From hanging on to those cold bars,

And wishing upon all those falling stars.

Now I stand,

On the other end of yet another reprimand,

Waiting for another sentence,

With just pretense.

Instead of receiving the iron fist,

I got the jist,

Of grace and impeccable mercy,

From this genuine clergy.

He gave to me what I had intended to steal,

Some kind of strange way, I now feel,

A jump start on a second chance,

At life, I could almost leap for joy and dance.

Redemption, will forever be my friend,

To others, I will always send,

Much humility,

Much cherity,

So that, they too, will yield a chance at such prosperity!