The jig is up… You know what I mean:
Another match, another game – no bother.
It wasn’t life, it wasn’t love… Or was it?
Who knows, son? I didn’t get a thing.
To change the world – a piece of cake, my dear.
To change myself – assignment number one.
So, now what? I’m old: my shield and spear
Are toys for kids, no more than just for fun… .
Was I a hunter? Was I really blokeish?
Or was I prey pathetic to the core?
Judge by my deeds – well, hoity-toity, snobbish
My hero won his cruel, useless war.
Whenever weigh my merits and demerits
Whichever way you go – show pluck!
Some other match, some other game inherits
My flesh and blood. Good luck, my son. Good luck!
To my son
© Copyright: Олег Абдуллаев, 2018
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