I admit...
I use to wish to have capabilities to lie,
And get away with it.
But I was told when much younger,
A liar I could never be.
Because in the telling of one,
I was not suppose to apologize.
Then while trembling with my eyes in tears,
Admit something I did...
BEFORE it was discovered,
I couldn't lie effectively.
'Boy?
What is the matter with you? '
I was going to lie.
'Lie?
About what? '
About taking out the garbage.
'Well...
Did you take it out? '
Yes.
'Then 'why' are you crying? '
I didn't want you to punish me.
If I lied about taking it out,
And I really didn't.
But...
I decided that I should.
'You will 'never' be a good liar.'
If I don't...
Will that make you mad at me?
Should I try harder?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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