The Prodigal Son (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I want to go to my dad, from here go home,
stand up from the way of life where the horror is catching up with me,
although I have already set my own lot in drunkenness and fornication,
I want to go home, to where my farther will understand in his great heart
and the pigs do have more than enough pods to eat under the golden moon,
but here I am in a famine in a far-off land and hungry and lost
and I will cry against my father's breast and ask forgiveness a thousand times,
will for all my unrighteousness goes man to man to stand opposite him
and say:"Father, forgive me as I have sinned against you and against God,
just make me a hireling that do work down there in your fields,
I will catch and fleece the sheep and plant rows and rows of corn, will tend to the cattle,
as I did stray off greatly and I have been thoughtless while being a adult,
look here I am now like one of your servants young and strong,
I will go right now, I cannot wait here any longer, although I am affected by sin.