Every moment, <br />We may say who we shall become <br />In the next. <br /> <br />Every day, <br />We are this and may choose <br />To be that. <br /> <br />Every instant, <br />We define ourselves, better or not <br />As we may choose. <br /> <br />Or else, <br />In that moment when we fail to choose, <br />Watch closely: <br /> <br />Our choice <br />Will then be handed off to fortune’s <br />Delegate. <br /> <br />And who we are <br />Or shall become has quickly flown <br />To his hands. <br /> <br />Allow him then <br />To substitute his will for yours— <br />Hush now, hush— <br /> <br />Calmly, lovingly, <br />A fair trade it is, just wait, and you— <br />May keep the change. <br /> <br />Will he not— <br />Surely he will— <br />With lofty benevolence, <br />And tender devotion, <br />Care for you, <br />Keep you warm, <br />Chew your food, <br />Sing you to sleep? <br /> <br />“Close your eyes now, <br />Sleep, sleep. <br />Close your eyes now, <br />Sleep.”<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-25/
