Control Poem by Manager Poet

It is about mastery over one’s self and one another.
We first learn as babes to cry will summon mother.
Babies cry to let us know they need attention.
Parents spring into action with full comprehension.

So, do parents do the same thing as the child grows?
Parenting children has been the topic of much prose.
We parents are motivated by the emotion called “love”.
Love is a gift given to mankind from far, far, above.

Let’s now proceed to look into a darker glimpse of control.
First, it is, was, and will be a battle for your and my soul.
Demons may visit you daily in the contents of a bottle.
The lack of self control allows them to go full throttle.

Perhaps you determine when and where you give love.
Conditional love my friend is not given from above.
Relationships don’t grow when self is put above the other.
Control is the pillow that is used as an instrument to smother.

Do you determine how often you will write to a dear friend?
Will you only talk to another when it suits your desired end?
Friends or lovers don’t sparingly hand out affection or attention.
If you’ve received this type of treatment there’s nothing more to mention.

I must ask myself what motives me when considering an action.
Putting the other person first gives any relationship traction.
Now the managerpoet has written enough and the poem is yours.
Don’t we all simply want a control free relationship that endures?