Strings
I am but a puppet,
My strings at your command.
Pull me any way,
My fate lies in your hands.
When you want entertainment,
Just pull my strings a bit.
I'll dance around for you,
You'll have a laughing fit.
You want a bit of sorrow,
And pull my strings some more.
I prance around for you,
Until my limbs are sore.
I long to cut my strings,
So someday I am free,
But strings are in your hands,
My fate not up to me.
Copyright © Lyda Louis | Year Posted 2016
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