They may not mean to but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
Philip Larkin (1922-1985)"
It's not fair to place ALL the blame on the parents, but they sure do fan those developmental flames.
1 comment:
As the personal wicked step mother to a red headed step child, I must say, I LOVE that poem and have since my mother mis quoted it to me when I was but a wee wicked lass.
I think i fixed the comment problem over at mine. stupid blogger...
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