Honey, lover, cheater, cry-boy, sucker

Honey, lover, cheater, cry-boy, sucker,

I played these roles, but now I’m just a father.

What I learned from life? Not much, to be

honest: don't curse, don't lie, make your bed,

always return borrowed books back to owners.

Late at night, spinning around my cot,

thinking of those I made cry — thank God,

not many — I wonder if they are happy.

Some of them are now married.

Do I miss something? Except for the ocean

and sunsets, nothing. It's funny, by forty

you hardly remember how to gush

weeping sounds. You sit by the window,

sipping wine, beer, tea, whatever. She's close,

you say that you love her, but what you really

mean is: "I want you to live forever."