Bossy

You’ll never be the boss of me, I know you think you are
You cannot tell me where to live or how to drive my car
You cast a glance upon my life and judge me from afar
And seize the opportunity to rule me like a czar
 
You feel you’re right to have control and rule me as you would
And pick and choose what’s bad in me, instead of what is good
And force your choices in my life in every way you could
And haughtily refuse to ponder if you really should
 
Money isn’t everything, perhaps this should be stressed
Relationships and love for people is where we most are blessed
Forgiveness for those close to us, the ones who have confessed
Instead you count a measurement of who has passed your test
 
On the day when this is done and accusations are no more
You’ll look around and wonder why there’s no one at your door
And reflect in depth the choices as you never have before
Then realize it wasn’t wise to keep your kind of score