Thursday, May 21, 2020
Control––Poem by Dorothy
Control
If you try to control it,
you are like a lion tamer
controlling the beast,
but the beast subdued
is still ready to spring
at unexpected moments.
You will feel proud
of yourself,
gratified that you
are master
of such a jungle
creature.
You can brag and strut,
teach others your method
of being in charge,
but you are never in charge,
really,
for all comes through
in a different dialect,
another language
that only a few can
speak or understand.
Stand on the street corner
and shout "Love"
and see who answers.
Listen to your own
inner voice echoing.
Follow it.
That is the way
students are chosen
in this school.
Dorothy Walters
May 17, 2020
If you try to control it,
you are like a lion tamer
controlling the beast,
but the beast subdued
is still ready to spring
at unexpected moments.
You will feel proud
of yourself,
gratified that you
are master
of such a jungle
creature.
You can brag and strut,
teach others your method
of being in charge,
but you are never in charge,
really,
for all comes through
in a different dialect,
another language
that only a few can
speak or understand.
Stand on the street corner
and shout "Love"
and see who answers.
Listen to your own
inner voice echoing.
Follow it.
That is the way
students are chosen
in this school.
Dorothy Walters
May 17, 2020
