Nineveh On Line                                                                                       POEMS

THE LOST SON

 

I WISH I WAS AT HOME ON THAT DAY,

WHEN HE DECIDED TO LEAVE AND BYE SAY,

I MIGHT CONVINCE HIM AT HOME TO STAY,

TO THINK OF THOSE WHO FOR HIM PRAY.

 

DEAR MOTHER, FATHER – YOU TWO POOR –

DON’T CRY FOR HIM. HE COMES BACK SURE,

HE WILL TRY ANOTHER CLOTHING TO PUT ON,

ANOTHER LANGUAGE TO SPEAK AND GO ON.

 

WHEN HE COLD AND LONELY FEELS,

WHEN HE GETS HOT AND SHARP NAILS,

WHEN NO BODY WITH HIM DEALS,

WHEN HIS SORROW HIS SOUL KILLS.

 

HE WILL DECIDE TO HOME BACK TO COME,

HE  CHOOSES THE WHOLE PLEASURE NOT SOME,

HE WILL DISTINGUISH BETWEEN HOUSE AND HOME,

HE WILL NEVER EVER GO OUT OF HOME

 

 

ABDO ESHO ISAAC

GERMANY

 
 
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