Prodigal

I could not wait for the old fool to die,
Demanded inheritance in advance,
Went off to brighter lights, my luck to try,
Hard liquor to drink, brash women to dance.
It was good while it lasted, then the end
Of the party came, I paid up my bill,
Feeding the pigs, starved without a friend,
Desperation burned in my stomach ill.
I would go back, plead a hired man’s wage,
I slunk back home to beg a mouldy crust,
He ran up to me, I could see no rage
In his features, just love’s unbroken trust.
Though my brother snarled, I felt no pain,
I was brought under forgiveness’s reign.

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