The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
AWAKE ! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo ! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
Ah, Love! Could thou and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits - and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire !
Console yourselves then that you've been 'good enough' parents to your Teenagers.
They might not agree, but you have always been good enough, if not perfect.
Who wants to be perfect?
So what makes us expect it of them?
Oh, and it's Fhina by the way.
Trust me, I'm a therapist!