Return of the Prodigal
Jaison Chacko
Tom was a good boy, obedient and kind,
Loved his father, in him he did confide.
His elder brother too was close to his heart,
Their bond of love, no one could ever part.
But college life was not what he thought,
Friends pulled him down, and he got caught.
In bad habits he slowly sank,
His studies suffered, his grades tanked.
His friends advised him to ask his father for his share,
Tom thought it was fair, he had no care.
His father was heartbroken, but he gave in,
Tom sold his share and left, it was a sin.
In the faraway city, he spent his share,
On bad habits, he didn’t have a care.
He lived a life of luxury, a life of sin,
But eventually, he lost all that he had been.
He became poor and was starving,
Washing dishes in restaurants, he was barely surviving.
He realized his mistake and decided to return,
To his father, for his forgiveness to earn.
As he reached home, his heart was heavy,
He had wronged his father, he knew it was grievous.
But his elder brother greeted him with a sorrowful face,
Their father had died, his heartbroken pace.
Tom was shattered, he ran to his father’s tomb,
Screaming in anguish, his heart filled with gloom.
“My dad, oh my dad,” he cried out loud,
He realized too late, his mistake, and bowed.
The lesson learned was hard but true,
Bad habits and bad friends will not do.
In the end, it’s family and love that counts,
For they are the ones that will always mount.
We often take for granted those we hold so dear,
Thinking they’ll always be around, year after year.
But life is fragile, and time does pass so fast,
We must cherish those we love, for they will not always last.
Our loved ones bring us joy, and support us through our strife,
They are the ones that help us to navigate this life.
We must show them love and kindness while we can,
For we never know when we’ll lose them in life’s grand plan.
So hold your loved ones close, and tell them how you feel,
Let them know that your love for them is always real.
For in the end, it’s the memories we’ll have to hold,
Of the love and laughter shared, the stories told.