Linda Winchell

Rookie - 10 Points (still working on it! / Chicago Illinois)

'Prodigal Son' - Poem by Linda Winchell

So you think you are the Prodigal son?
Well you have a lot yet to learn!
How to treat others of your family
and how these gifts, you learn are earned.

Nothing will be handed to you
you need to prove you've earned each and every one!
For this is the only way my boy!
you'll become my Prodigal son!

Comments about 'Prodigal Son' by Linda Winchell

  • Rookie Business Hippie (11/26/2008 5:27:00 PM)

    I learnt that lesson myself awhile back, I think. One of those life lesson's that no one can teach you.

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  • Gold Star - 9,093 Points Is It Poetry (11/26/2008 5:27:00 PM)

    Sounds like a wonderfull situation..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 26, 2008

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