We like to think that we are in control of our own lives. People take years out to 'find' themselves, which I didn't, so it has taken a little longer for me to complete the process. The poem below should be several verses longer and may become so in the future, but I think you'll get the idea.
Control
If you work hard all your life,
if you save hard for your future,
if you stay straight as a knife,
and are never an aggressor,
you may have some control.
If you pay all of your taxes,
refuse to fall into debt,
fit in with expected agendas,
treat others with respect,
you may have some control.
If you make your political choices,
and demand reasonable requests,
listen to authoritative voices,
always polite to the guests,
you will have little control.
If you go off to fight their wars,
suffer the outcome in silence,
knowing the choice wasn’t yours,
conned to duty in their defence,
you have no control.
Don’t step outside your circle,
maintain the status quo,
do nothing that’s abnormal,
stay steady as you go,
Still no control.
©David L Atkinson July 2026
A hint of what may be possible occurred on Christmas Day 1914
during The First World War.
God Bless
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