By Philip Larkin They fuck you up, your mum and dad 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 oldstyle hats and coats, Who half the time were soppystern And halfA good meditation for us as we rest upon the cusp of autumnThis is a poem about my life when I met you you were undressed like a stone in the rain I swam after utterly naked this is a poem about my life before you leave me to heal I will find you someone to love who will be shaped like a box
Way Of Life Poem By Kevin Glenn Poem Hunter
