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 it's not so 
it's the son 
don't 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