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    • POET: Philip Larkin (6/8/2014 2:24:00 PM)

      This Be The Verse
      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 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

      This Be The Children’s Verse
      They suss you out, your girls and boys.
      You may not know it, but they do.
      They find out all your faults and foibles
      Because they concentrate on you.

      Their eyes and ears are sharp, perceptive,
      Slicing through your best disguise.
      And if you grit your teeth and take it,
      Their advice might make you wise.

      They cannot cure your old compulsions;
      They will not stroke away the aches
      That plague your heart and grieve your bones
      But they can learn from your mistakes.

      This Be The Grandparents’ Verse
      They tuck you up, your mum and dad.
      They may not want to, but they do.
      They give you games and stories they had
      And make up new ones, just for you.

      And they were tucked up in their turn
      By parent figures in the past,
      Who helped them, growing up, to learn
      That pain and misery end at last.

      Your kids can comfort smaller kids.
      And get some pleasure from this chore.
      The fretful baby’s drooping eyelids
      Move our hearts to ask for more.

      Robert Crick (2008)