It is amazing to see the dispersion of youth.
Child takes from the parent those things
Desired and those things hidden, and the joke:
They are never careful as to what they ask for.
Patterns of beauty carry on through generations;
Patterns of foible carry on through the centuries.
No reckless youth ever fathered more trouble
Than a Star-Eyed daughter looking for white knight.
Stand upright, tall and wary of anyone offering
More than a scintilla of assistance, he is no friend
But rather an opportunistic cad working his will
To entrap you in the gyration he calls his life.
You will be swept up in the vortex that regularly
Overpowers him, gives him lame excuse for cruelty.
You will be wooed by protestations of innocence
As false as the promise of safety he once gave you.
Never define yourself by the man who happens
To be in your life at any given moment.
It is as self-negating as you were to hide your
Self under the proverbial bushel basket.
