A Lad Forgives His Dad

How sad it was to watch that boy, Who in his hands, ne’er held a toy, Walked aimlessly, a subdued child. He mostly trudged with his head down, If he looked up, it was with frown. He took the same route every day, which led him past a barn with hay. the farmer childless, his wife had died his farm his life, Nelly his bride, was ill, to stay alive for him, she tried. One day the boy and farmer met, ‘twas winter, close to Christmas, yet, no feeling for this season either had. The boy found this man to be kind, The farmer spoke ‘bout his wife and sighed. Come inside the old man said, warm your feet, the boy’s tattered clothes gave him no heat. The first thing that the farmer did, found a jacket rather big, a bowl of soup he gave the boy baked bread, the soup to scoop. They chatted till late that night, the boy told of his dad who beat him bad, when behold, a bright light shone outside the house, and angel’s voices carols sang out loud, they sang with them, one young, one old. This story ends with love, to have, to give and get, the boy stayed with the farmer, neither had regret. The old man died and joined his so missed bride. The young boy now a fine young man and wealthy too, forgave his dad for miseries endured, when just a lad.