Forgive me, Mother, that for what I wrote,
on life's commandments, I received a D.
Now how can I hand in each sloppy note,
when on the shaggy rug they summon me?
Are there some teachers you know in Those Parts
or scissors stemming from the pangs of guilt
with which you cut out dead and tiny darts,
since when they grow back, for a treasure gilt,
I'll go there where Icarus once would flee
to learn of the strange laws of gravity
and found how hard Earth is for boys like me.
Copyright © by Wieslaw Musialowski 02/02/2008
Now how can I hand in each sloppy note,
when on the shaggy rug they summon me?
Are there some teachers you know in Those Parts
or scissors stemming from the pangs of guilt
with which you cut out dead and tiny darts,
since when they grow back, for a treasure gilt,
I'll go there where Icarus once would flee
to learn of the strange laws of gravity
and found how hard Earth is for boys like me.
Copyright © by Wieslaw Musialowski 02/02/2008
Leo Yankevich (1961-2018)
