The Prodigal Son

The regret of being a fool is a painful lesson to learn but sometimes that is the only we will listen. This poem shows the regret of a foolish person wasting his blessings to fulfill his cursed desires until he got to his lowest point and came to his senses.

Was I such the fool
to leave the city of gold?
the fine linen
and sweet rolls,
the cool pools
and shaded trees,
the luxury ships
on the high seas
The beautiful music
and flower's blooms,
the lovely view
of the palace rooms
The cool waters
from the glorious springs
and the delicacies
the servants bring
The peaceful nights
and the warm bed
and the soft pillow
around my head
The gentle wind
off the bay,
the warm feeling
when I pray
My future was sealed;
Now with husks
my stomach's filled
I will repent and say,
Father forgive me, thy son;
Forever, I'm thy servant

copyrights 2004
Robert Anthony James

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