At September sunrise the child was born
He took his first breath on a chilly morn.
He rested in peace on his mother’s arm
Safe with a father to save him from harm.
But for seventeen years in rebellion he grew
Hate and greed filled his eyes of blue.
He was determined to have his way
But he met his challenge on a cold cloudy day.
The other guy was a better shot
His grip on the pistol was steaming hot.
The Prodigal had met his match.
And Eternity’s door opened its latch.
To the end, he blamed another
Saying his problem was father and mother.
So he took his last breath on a September sunset
Leaving his parents with pain and regret.
Image: unsplash Elijah O’Donell
Thank you, M, for posting September Prompts. Sept. 2nd “September Sunrise”