Dear Mister,
what were you thinking
when you sold your land
for 70 shillings and went
to town to live the good life,
only to return as a servant
to the man who purchased your land?
©
Jacqueline
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Dear Mister,
what were you thinking
when you sold your land
for 70 shillings and went
to town to live the good life,
only to return as a servant
to the man who purchased your land?
©
Jacqueline
Outstanding poem. I guess this poor man’s situation is like that of the Prodigal son but without the happy ending.
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Thank you, Deborah. This was written based on an uncle of mine who never listens to counsel and always makes expensive mistakes.
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nice
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funtastic
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Nice sentiment and beautiful picture.
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Thank you for reading.
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A very important thought regarding making plans for the future. Much like the Prodigal Son, but the Prodigal Son had a faithful Father to whom he turned.
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Truly when we fail to plan we plan to fail and will have ourselves to blame. Thank God for God in our lives.
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Sad …but i wonder how true?
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Written from the experience of someone I know. He refused to listen to advice, now he’s living with regret.
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oh sad
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It is and now he’s making everyone in the family feel bad.
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Beautifully written and presented!
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Thank you dear Robert.
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Beautiful poem, albeit sad. Well done!
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Thanks Jill
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good
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