Carried away by the pleasures of nothing,
Ignoring the important and enjoying laziness,
Waking and sleeping, eating and sleeping,
The lost sheep is back.
After the sacrifice made for me,
The sacrifice of leaving the ninety-nine
For one red-headed lost sheep,
The lost sheep is back.
Stained and bruised,
Fallen and weakened,
Yet, cleansed and made whole,
The lost sheep is back.
Out to secure the bag,
But later got captivated by the bag,
Yet secured by the shepherd,
The lost sheep is back in the fold
Cheers.
Gingered Up! ❣️
Very nice poem my friend, very cool.
Thank you.