Prodigal Son

Posted on Aug 9, 2013


Rembrandt-The Return of the Prodigal Son

Rembrandt-The Return of the Prodigal Son
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I hear your criticisms
and all you say
I hear your words
in which you slay
I sit on by
quiet as a mouse
You like a Bee, as you sting
your words in another’s house

I look at you
and who your are
How far away you live
travel a distance by car
You ran away long ago
only back once in a while
Then off you go home
with barely a hello or a smile

You’re just a fly-by
Who visits to show
your face, to do right
But one day you’ll come
no more
No reason to visit
this place, no what for

No reason to alleviate
your guilt
Or be the one
who leads, you think, still
Remember that next
time you come
Remember this
prodigal son

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