Forgive me, God, for being so naughty,

I didn't listen to what my mum used to say.

She used to say: You are already forty,

Time to be smart and walk your way.

 

You didn't go to the chess club,

You had no abilities for ballet,

You were seen in the Irish pub,

You only have questions of volley.

 

You didn't complete your education,

You've lost a passion to study music,

You became a complete frustration.

You have grown up rustic.

 

But all events could be different,

You could graduate from high school,

You could take part in a tournament

And obey a certain rule.

 

You curse, as if you give birth to the devil,

The sorrow of all Jews is in your eyes.

You better take a book and read a novel.

Maybe, at last, the truth you'll realize.

 

The chat died down in the apartment,

Mum's whisper breaks down the talk,

Mum comes sincerely to the statement,

All your statements were just mock.

 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska