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The Prodigy

He was the prodigal one,

Went off did stuff

Learnt about life

And then he came home,

Didn’t play it safe

Knew life wasn’t,

To be left to waste

But to grab and embrace,

Not to forsake

The prodigy was smart,

Because he lived

Life in every way,

He lived life every day,

And learned it’s lessons

Both good and bad,

Learned to understand

And not get mad,

Discovered happiness

Not just being sad,

And making the most

Out of everything

He ever had.