P R O D I G A L

P R O D I G A L

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

deciding to see

a new day

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 not

knowing he would

go astray

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