HE DIDN’T KNOW WHERE HE WAS GOING

HE DIDN’T KNOW WHERE HE WAS GOING

This young fellow took a journey,

Figuring out what he was earning…

To see sights

And city lights,

The hole in his pocket burning.

He got too close to the flame,

His money ran out to sustain

His party life

But it wiped

Him out totally when drained.

They called him the Prodigal son,

He wasn’t the only one…

His bro. miss-clued

With the wrong attitude,

Unwilling to see the son.

–Jonathan Caswell

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