Wonder Well

alliterative blank verse Wanting to show myself worthy - work was not one of my weapons. Weakly, I worded my secret -- “I wish of your wealth my fair share.” Worried and warned by the world’s ways, father willingly stood my weakness. He watched steady by the window, worn weary - waiting my sojourn. Selfishly wayward and wicked, soon I was spurned as a wastrel. I woke from stubborn wantonness wishing my stomach well-fed. Wallowing from waste, I started wobbling forthwith to my father; sensing his wrath would be severe wailing, “set me as your servant.” Waving to me, shoulders stretched wide weeping he walks t'wards me warmly. Washing my wounds with his welcome - my worth did not warrant his smiles. Witnessing this scene from afar but wretched and wrestling within, my sibling wants whys and wherefores, no wasting words on my welfare. This story stops short suddenly - no written word of a war waged - no wailing, no whining, no woe. Wonder well, for such is wisdom.