Ask yourself
Before you write about love
While you write about love
After you write about love

Higher education leaves you
Down where you started
Floundering around
In waters uncharted

Some Mums and Dads
In our early years
Spoil their rods
And spill our tears

Some mums see their child
As the 'apple of their eye'
And never even notice
Other children passing by

And when your love for
Someone is so deep
That you cannot eat
And cannot sleep?

Love is giving, not getting
Love is generosity
Wanting someone else
To be happy, to be free

We enslave others
This is nothing new
How we like to see love
Is simply not true

Sean Hunt   Windermere