You’re riding a horse
Saddle is slipping
And you yell whoa!
The horse refuses
The saddle, you lose it
The horse is in control.
You’re out to lunch
With the office bunch
They all order salads
You’re wanting steak
Which road do you take
Are you in control?
Your teenager’s driving
You hope he’s surviving
But when on the street
With friends he meets
Do you hope he keeps
Calm or do his friends control?
The issue of needing this or that
A new cd, a phone or new hat
Does your bank account take a downward roll
Are you strong enough to maintain control?
We all want to be in control
But fate is sometimes on a roll
Taking its amusing toll
On each and every single soul.
The Bag Lady 
Great post, enjoyed reading this poem✨ I could imagine someone reading it aloud
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Interesting. I know cell phones are a loss of control, but I have to have one for safety reasons. “Ive fallen and I can’t get up!” actually happened to me when I didn’t have one.😂
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Interesting poem and prompt … Cheers Jamie
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