The School Boy
Lots to say I do not have
Cause in youth I went to grave
Right in school break’s very eve
Left my parents in full grieve
Poorest father mine, woe him
Cause he had bad luck it seems
Cause his young boy died unplanned
And he lost his helping hand
And forever they will sigh
That I on my birthday died
Irina, my mom, will never
Have a moment’s rest, none ever
Lived 14 years.
