An Ode to Prodigal Children

Oh sweet memories of our childhood,
Prevalent peace lives in the neighbourhood,
Where no unpleasantaries ever whirls,
A perfect place for growing little boys and girls.

Oh such joy we share in love and trust,
Perfect friendships that goes beyond the crust,
Where friendly neighbours were a-plenty,
A haven for us till we were almost twenty.

Oh willful parents who always meant well,
Positive and open minded, you can tell,
Where us children must attend universities,
A land yonder they sent us to understand diversities.

Oh how time flies, though educated we are now,
Parents, old by now, and feeling far from low,
Where a silver lining they see in every cloud,
A dream lived through their children, they feel so proud

Oh goodness, gracious us, where have we been?
Possibly lost in our own world that cannot be seen?
Where parents waits patiently at home for prodigal us,
A patience and perseverance alike, they made no fuss

"Oh, just go home every now and then", we'd procastinate,
Pay homage to our dear parents before it's too late,
Where their sacrifices are the Asiatic ways of life,
A culture so fine, our filiality should never be a strife!