PRODIGAL

PRODIGAL

There once was a son

who thought to have fun

and decided to go

his own way

So he packed up his bag

and saddled the stag

not knowing he would

go astray

Some say his father

could no longer bother

and sent his own son

away

But here is the scoop

he just plain flew the coop

and decided to see

a new day

Some say his trouble

his father did funnel

the result of his great

dismay

But alas its not so

its the son

dont you know

who created it on the way

The son now decided

the place he resided

was nothing like where

he called home

But misfortune had bred

a terrible dread

for the guilt

he would have to atone

As he walked up the path

he now saw at last

the place from which

he did roam

And his father was there

with nary a glare

and declared to his son

WELCOME HOME