PRODIGAL SON

 He Woke up one early morning

walked to his father and said,

"Dad, I'm leaving home".

father asked, to where son?

going off to the City tomorrow even though I don't know where to go.

Father said, son don't be a fool

Life in the City us unbelievable,

you could get broken, you're just a lil boy and you may never find your way.

I'll be fine, I'm not a kid no more;

Render me the assets of genetic endowment that falls to me.

Father bifurcated his possession.

Few days past,

he assembled all he had

and set-sailed into a far-off region.

He jaunt in search of what would make his pastures green.

Although he no relenting felt

Till he had fagged his wealth;

his stubborn heart began to melt

when famine pinched him sore.

He began to want 

so a subject himself he joint;

who sent him to feed even-toed angulate.

Just so he could feed in the rejects of the angulate;

to him nothing was given.

But when in realization,

he said, "what have I vantaged by sin?

My father's house abounds with bread, even to spare,

but here I am famished!

Up will I arise and give tongue to him,

I'll bow before his face

and say, Against you and heaven have I sinned, dear father.

I'm unworthy to be thy son,

all I ask is a servant's place.

But yet he was a great deal off,

his father saw him reverting,

he saw, ran and smiled;

and embraced him, threw his hand round his rebellious child and kissed him.

Father, I've transgressed - but forgive!

am unworthy to bear the title "My Son",

I've heard enough, he said.

Apace put on him the best of garments;

a ring on his hand, shoes on his feet.

Let the paunchy calf be slain,

disperse the news around;

My son was dead, but now lives,

Was lost, but now is found.

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