Prodigal Brothers in Arms

“Are we so different?”
younger brother calls to elder.
“We both know the old dodderer
means well, but you’ve got to
admit He’s a bit misguided.
We’ve got brains, we’ve got time -
let’s go, see what we can do!”

“Are you kidding?!”
rejoined the elder.
“We have a real base here! It’s true
the Old Man is a bit tiresome, but
this farm’s a solid investment!
Soon He’ll die, and we can run things
the way they should be done! Or at least
not pretend so much…”

So the younger ran out one way
and threw away his lot, while
the other toiled and strained and
worked long years on
his share of the plot.

And all the while the Father grieved
for the day His two lost sons would
come back to His heart, and Home.