Self-control

By Anonymous

On my finger I tied a string To help me remember things Every day I set a goal

Today my goal is self-control

“We’re faced with choices,” says my dad “Choices to do good or bad”

In the end what will you choose? To win with good or will you lose?

There are some things that seem like fun That end up wrong when all is done

Like sometimes I want to touch wet paint Or stick my fingers in the cake

But then I look down at my string And I choose not to do these things My string helped me achieve my goal I’m glad that I learned self-control

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