In high school I hated English and Literature, but there was one British poem we studied that caught me. It was written over 300 years ago, but it resonated with me because it sounded so…modernish. It was about a man who should have been grateful his child was born, but in the end he was another mouth to feed.
If Boulter’s Canary hasn’t already nailed it (seems like a bit of a stretch to me, but maybe), can you give us anything more to go on? Any actual lines or phrases, maybe?