THE PRODIGAL CHILD
Endowed with a sprit so dull,
Her friends fewer in her hull,
The life outside protrudes with excitement,
That eludes her loving containment,
Years and years rush by,
Stifling, her inward demise spills cries,
She walks up to her lanky father,
His old and tattered self shattered by her matter,
She collects her inheritance and walks away,
To a life that draws far down the day,
Night parties, clubbing, a little too small,
Gluttonous habits with generous trips to malls,
Her money runs down with her identity,
A small shrivelled self exchanged with her mighty,
A valiant race she once ran,
Now reduced to a calloused life clan,
Soon her inheritance is gone,
Everything vanished like...
Her friends fewer in her hull,
The life outside protrudes with excitement,
That eludes her loving containment,
Years and years rush by,
Stifling, her inward demise spills cries,
She walks up to her lanky father,
His old and tattered self shattered by her matter,
She collects her inheritance and walks away,
To a life that draws far down the day,
Night parties, clubbing, a little too small,
Gluttonous habits with generous trips to malls,
Her money runs down with her identity,
A small shrivelled self exchanged with her mighty,
A valiant race she once ran,
Now reduced to a calloused life clan,
Soon her inheritance is gone,
Everything vanished like...