Gershon Wolf Poet Sonnet

A Wayward Lad

A wayward lad, Jed's fate to be
Spots trouble with cold-blooded eye
For right from wrong he does not see
It's funny you should ask me why...

Jed's parents of a pedigree
They bought their son the finest things
Two doctors of neurology
A nanny hired, their jobs had wings

So at age eight, he hit a friend
He used cuss words ere he was nine
Jed stole a bike when he was ten
By then he smoked, and guzzled wine

No mystery, this Jed to me
When Mom and Dad, he'd never see



        ~ Iambic Tetrameter ~

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Anitha Jayasankar February 4, 2021 at 9:44 AM You have highlighted the importance of parents' presence and time in the child's overall well being. So well penned Sonnet Gershon. God bless. ~ Ani Gershon Wolf February 4, 2021 at 6:07 PM I like what you've called me here, Ani -- 'Sonnet Gershon.' Great nickname, if I can steal it from you... Thank you so much. ~ S.G.

Lindsay Laurie February 3, 2021 at 7:28 PM Hello Gershon … this is another great limerick Gershon with the topic being spot on with a few children. Money solves nothing once a child goes feral- thanks again Gershon - Lindsay Gershon Wolf February 3, 2021 at 7:44 PM Thank you so much, Lindsay... And, btw, how much do I owe you for all the generous comments tonight, plus the inspiration for 'Utopias of the Young?' Name your price, pal. ~ As long as I can pay in 'Kangaroo Currency,' Jumpy gw

Tom Cunningham February 3, 2021 at 2:09 AM A shame his parents weren't there for him when he needed them most. Tom

Kim Rodrigues February 2, 2021 at 7:29 PM Truly some of the smartest parents can have a spoiled child.

Evelyn Judy Buehler February 2, 2021 at 7:28 PM Some people do not see that neglect is abuse, too. Children need their parents' presence in their lives more than material things. A well crafted sonnet, Gershon.