“I did it my way”

I liked to drink and mess about,
with no-one to restrain,
I did it my way, soon found out
it led to sadness, pain.

I’m fickle with my friends, don’t want
commitment – free and loose.
– Why is it that decisions haunt
and feel like self-abuse?

I left my home, and took my share,
then squandered it away.
Bankrupt, with no-one left to care
– my ‘pals’ had had their play.

Dare I return, my way now own
was stupid? ask for food?
But look! he’s running, welcomes home
and gives again what’s good!

(cf The parable of the Prodigal Son, recorded in Luke 15)

Tune: CM

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