The Disobedient Son

He doesn't do what he is told So I scold and scold and scold and scold All his actions get so daring and so very bold He now talks back to his peers and the old, He doesn't respect his father nor his mother He is told one thing and of course he does the other To find one like him there can't be another So happy I am that he has not a brother, He does not listen and he will not obey As though he hears not the words that I say Because of him my nerves are shot and my hair is gray I feel not like a parent, but more like his prey, Whatever I ask him to do he always refuses Whatever he wants to do he alone chooses In my mind and heart he's given bumps and bruises My pleading to him, to him it just amuses, 'One day' I scream, 'you will have your own child” “And I hope because of you that he too is wild” Sadly to think of his actions now I just get riled But I pray someday that we are reconciled, Sometimes him I wish that I could only shun With him I have thrown up my hands as I am done I would gladly give him away to the police or a nun As he indeed, is the disobedient son.