Mess - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Mess

It’s always the
Same story:
Something happens
And the parents
Stand by muttering
That they never
Saw it coming,
At once absolving
Themselves of any
Responsibility and
Avoiding having to
Admit they were
Part of the mess.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer