The Prodigal Son Poem by Martin Greyford

It was many and many years ago
In a far country
Where a certain farmer resided.
He had two young sons
Who were very hard working and
Handsome in their unique way.

One day the younger son came
To his father and asked of his
Portion from his father's money.
The father didn't hesitate or asked
Him what he wanted it for but
Handed him the money and he was happy and left
For theneighboring countries.

The younger son became rich
In a foreign land.
He ordered the expensive wines and foods,
Slept in the most luxurious and costly suites.
He became the young boss of that foreign land.
Every girl admired and adored him because of money.

He forgot that the money was diminishing.
He squandered his money on women, wines and foods.
Alas! The money was finished.
All used on what he counted was life.
Nobody ever looked up to him,
He was left alone without anything.

He was starving to death.
After staying some days on the streets
Of that beautiful foreign land,
He found a work for himself of feeding swines.
He worked without being paid his allowances.
His stomach was empty.

After sitting down while
He fed himself with the food of the pigs,
He came back to his senses and thought of
Going back to his country and apologize to his father.
He didn't hesitate but started off to his homeland
With a shameful look on his face.

Back home, he was received hospitably
And there was a huge feast for him.
He apologized and the father forgave him.
I believe everyone else was happy to see him
Though he was stinking of swine's foods and wastes.
A new robe and a ring were given to him as a welcome sign.