Always remember
When the bolder strikes
When the wind ravages
When the smoke engulfs
When the crowd surround; the savages!
When the sun rises
And the moon sets
When a father beckons
Or a  lover’s affection ebbs
Control is with you.
Not chance, as such
For that belongs to lady-luck
Control, I say it once more
For Him to hear
With a grin, so it’s made clear
Not said in jest but sincere
Control: the language of the soul
That which keeps man still
In the eye of the storm
Control:  what separates man from beast
The secret to being content
And avoiding misery
Control: His greatest gift
Neatly wrapped, hardly touched
Forgotten by most, if not all!
Control: man’s only commodity
Always sold!
Never owned.