as an infant,

i had no control.  

as a child,

i gave away control.

as a Youth, i flaunted control.

in midlife, i tolerated control.

in old age, i forgave conrol.



Sara Fielder © Nov 2023

Most women have three to five
Three to five men to choose from
One or two at work
Two or three when at play

She doesn't have to try
All five are a wink or a nod away
They remain in wait to get laid
And she holds all the power

Some women don't realize their strength
They seem to have not a clue
At least that's what they want you to think
When you're not their chosen one

But, I know full well
They can have their pick of three to five
Three to five men
Some who've waited a long time to be chosen
By the one who holds real conrol