In Discipline Lies Freedom

The prompt at Poets & Storytellers United was "freedom lies in discipline." I thought about it all weekend, and this idea seemed too basic to suggest a poem. 

Well...there's always doggerel.

The infant squirms and wails upon the floor,

Laments that squirming will not take him far,

Until by discipline and patience sore

He wins the strength to stand and walk upright,

And straightway falls down on the floor again,

And bawls because he's not where others are;

Then, tired of bawling, practices amain

Until he's learned to walk with all the speed

His baby legs can make. This lesson's trite

But it is trite because it is so true:

What wishing won't do, discipline will do.

There.