Prodigal Son

A headstrong son had left his fathers home— The world hed see. The confines of his home were limiting— Too dull for me! “While I am young and healthy I will roam And make my way. Soon he was living high, with friends galore Both night and day. But after he had wasted all his funds He must take stock; His friends no longer meet him at the door, They only mock. So he would work; but jobs are hard to find. What can he do? The only task he found was feeding swine Hes hungry too. He...