young or old, i never seem to be <br />satisfied in hot or cold with temperature <br />just right, finally fit my moods tickle my <br />dermis, good for me but not another, <br />hears a voice, turn it up or turn it down <br /> <br />leave it closed, open or shut <br />let in the dark or chase out the light <br />leads to tolerance or the will to overpower <br />likes and dislikes, ecological slights, <br />my dog gasps the cat meows, wife sighs <br /> <br />mosquitoes listless, moon comes out <br />at noon, flies away till another day<br /><br />shimon weinroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/control-and-self-control/
