The Prodigal's Son Poem

The youngest of 2 sons, with his yet young brain;
Feigned for fortune and yearned for fame.

Boldly partitioning for his half of his father's wealth;
He received it and fled to live a lavish lifestyle in good health.

Waste not want not, he blew through his inheritance without a doubt,
And found himself poor when the land was overtaken with drought.

Taking on a job of feeding pigs, and while breaking bread with swine;
The youngest of 2 sons humbled himself and found his way back to his bloodline.

Riddled with shame and with a speech prepared for his father's scorn;
The youngest of 2 sons was yet praised and showered with his father's adorn.

Still confused at how his father quickly accepted him without hearing his sweet speech serenade;
The youngest of 2 songs will never understand that a father's love for his children never fades.

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