The inadequacies of family...follow
The tendencies of incongruity...make hollow;
The diversity of curiosity...not chosen,
The prosperity of identity...broken;
The felicity of utility...avoid,
The ingenuity of bellicosity...causes noise;
The intensity of frivolity...beckons,
The hostility of love...reckons,
The possibility of animosity...calls,
The ferocity of anonymity...falls;
Our parents follow closely behind us,
They invade our lives, hidden in our actions, our words,
They haunt us, from deep inside ourselves,
They marry with us, they merry with us,
They work with us, they strive against us,
Though they live distant, they are present;
We cannot parse them from us,
No matter how stubbornly we try,
Still, little by little,
Bit by bit,
We learn not to be them,
their clothes don't fit,
Theirs can't be our problems, and they never have been.
Mistakes show us, we are not!
We can never be them, we cannot fix their problems,
We can't solve their sins.
We must make our own way,
In our world, in our life,
There is enough to contend with,
Without their strife.
