Sometimes, We Rent

Today, she said, “Daddy, let’s play!”
I sighed and put my book away.
“Yippee!” she said, “Daddy, sit here.”
I plopped down and smiled anyway.

She put the puzzle together
Placing the shapes with pluck and cheer.
When the larger picture looked right,
She smiled and clapped, appearing dear.

But when the pieces weren’t aright,
She stomped and whined with all her might.
“It’s OK,” I said, “be patient.”
She pouted, her cheeks burning bright.

After a while, her resentment
Relented, and she showed the sense
We all need gain if we are meant
To see our free will sometimes rents.

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