. The Prodigal, aft many years
Of living "LIFE" - he thought,
Lavishly a-spending
Th'inheritance he had got,
. (Before it should have been dished out,
I haste to add on here,)
Did come to re'lise, "goin' it 'lone"
Was NOT fun, 'twas more FEAR.
. He'd gone where no one knew him,
His ancestry, or past,
He must've thought "At last I'm FREE ,
In life, I'll have a blast."
. The old sayings "wine women, song",
"You can't fool th'people all day long"
"A fool and his money", it also goes,
"Are rapidly parted" everyone knows.
And so 'twas true of this young man,
With lavish lifestyle he had led.
'Big Spender', spent it all too soon
Was quickly, needing to be fed.
. A job he HAD to, fast attain'
To just survive each day, again.
A-feeding SWINE, was some relief,
Though was the worst, with his belief,
. While doing so, gave time to think
Ponder how he fell off the brink.
His father's, servants', living well,
While his life, seemed a 'living hell'
. Decided he, first step to take,
Return to 'homestead', servant make
Of himself, at father's abode,
His heart was feeling 'heavy load'.
. Prepared in mind, approach he'd make,
To his dear father, not sound fake,
And plead to let him do work, good,
For meagre wage of shelter, food.
. The father, unbeknown to son,
Had been out looking, from day one,
Awaiting, praying, just to see,
A glimpse of son, 'twould bring him glee.
. The father's dream and prayer came true,
Eventually, came into view,
The son, he thought by now was dead,
A skeleton of him, he'd sure need fed.
. The loving dad, not normally done,
Did lift his robes, began to run
To welcome his lost son anew,
Desired embrace, long overdue.
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