A Fine Day

One fine day, as I was strolling,
Young woman came to say, "who's controlling?"
Soft and beautiful is she, I can play,
So this is what I say to she, like clay,

"Who's controlling you ask?
Dr. Rev. Dervant my dear,
What a fine day this is."
And I left her walk past

Turned back to me said she,
"Dr. Rev. Dervant? Who is he?"
I decided to explain it very clear,
"He is the one controlling you see."

Perplexed her tender face stares,
"That makes no sense so who cares."
Looking deep into her pool blue eyese,
I say, "He decided who lives or dies."

Taking a deepened breath....