To the first child belongs the double portion
An inheritance bequeathed by the father
And the rest for others
Days preceding his fatherâ??s departure
He comes home hungry and weary
The need demands an immediate solution
Just at the gate of the house
He was welcomed by the sweet aroma.
Of a well prepared potage
Unknown to him, it was a stage.
Set to bargain for his heritage
It was so tempting and appealing
Salivating, he demands for a portion
But the price is so high
He could not paid with the current currency
Except with the futuresâ??-â??the birthrightâ??
Without a second thought
He exchanged his heritage for a pot of potage
The future was consumed
Under the pressure of the moment
He did not know the gravity of his error
Until his father departed
And the heritage was transferred
To the one that prepared the potage
