The Naughty Boy Poem

There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he, For nothing he would do But create misery He was such a naughty boy They threw away the key He spent years alone In the Penitentiary Locked up in a hole With nowhere left to run He finally sobered up From a life of staying spun He started contemplating All that he had done Fell to his knees Asking of the Son Please help me find away Help me learn to teach If but a single soul I can somehow reach Please give me the strength Help me find the will To write out my life Expressing how I feel Now that naughty boy Has truly been set free Being all he can For his family