Prodigal Son

A headstrong son had left his father’s home— The world he’d see. The confines of his home were limiting— “Too dull for me!” “While 1 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; He’s hungry...