MY FATHER SAYS THAT IT IS SENSIBLE TO GET INTO SOMETHING IN WHICH MEDIOCRITY IS NOT TOO BAD, LIKE THE FIELD IN WHICH I AM A PROFESSOR Poem by Nachoem M. Wijnberg

He decides to obey the law, as someone who doesn't know the law, but expects his children to know it, and therefore does what he can to avoid embarrassing his children.
My father says that he became a mediocre man especially for me, so that no one would think that I could never be as good as my father.
He would still like someone to remember him when he is no longer here, not every day but now and then, without having planned it.
If what's left after someone's death is their part of truth, what happens to my part of untruth?
When someone is dead there is nothing left of them, except of my father, who walks around by himself where he is.