We present this work in honor of the poet’s 100th birthday.
English
1922 – 1985
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.
Poets Corner 
Judy Richheimer used to quote this poem.
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Always loved this poem. Thanks.
Lester Lester Thomas Shane 428 East 77th #3D New York, NY 10075 212.249.7076 (h) 917.447.4802 (c) Skype:LesterTShane http://www.LesterThomasShane.com Go to your bosom. Knock there And ask your heart what it doth know
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