Urban Prodigal
*Ellicott, Colorado
Comfy life, one Army brat
Gone forever, just like that
I will miss the “melting pot”
Giving way to *Ellicott
All the former things I knew
Left in pieces, all askew
Pride is skim milk, quite reduced
Angst within was self-induced
No more pencils, no more books
Fled that land of common looks
School has ended, labeled “grown”
Prodigal, now on my own
Quickly learning just how wrong
Once true knowledge came along
Intuition flees our youth
Preconception skews the truth
Endless traffic, flagrant air
Homeless people everywhere
Consternation, yes, well-earned
Where’s that country life I spurned
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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I like the modern spin of this classic story!
Sensational writing!