Boys together so they are
And brothers
But are they alike?
Not a bit
One is quiet and conscientious
Hardly says a word
The other is all gallivant
Oh and he’ll be heard!
And heard he was and off he went
Discovering foreign places
Last I heard his money spent
He was pulling those long faces
The quiet one just worked away
From early morn till dark
Dutiful I have to say
He never gave a bark
And then one day low and behold
Junior comes back home
Sheepish too I have to say
Wanting to atone
But I’m his father don’t you know
Whatever be the tale
I was overjoyed to see him
A day for cake and ale
All those days and looking out
To see if he would come
He can tell his story later
I have found my son
Now the other won’t come in
What is it I’ve done?
He says I’ve overlooked him
For this prodigal wastrel son
It seems two sons were far away
Though one of them was near
One lost on the gallivant
This other lost to cheer
Each one of us must find himself
Where ever in life we roam
I am a loving father and
I want you all at home
Brian Fahy
17 January 2023
+ Pauline, a friend of mine in Arklow, Ireland asked me to write a poem about the Prodigal Son parable. So I did. Hope you like it, Pauline.
Erris Poetry 