I met with a little boy in the cemetery <br />Who was kneeling at a grave and weeping <br />When he said his folks had died, I was dreadfully sorry <br />He didn't think they were now in safe keeping <br /> <br />''The angels are cheaters, and they don't care <br />I'm abandoned, unhappy and brokenhearted <br />To live all alone it is too unfair <br />Life is crude, and the real world is distorted'' <br /> <br />I asked him if I could help in a small way <br />He said, ''I have played no game for long <br />What about hide-and-seek? You see fit to play? <br />Come on, then, look for me, but don't go wrong! '' <br /> <br />I searched for the kid, bit he was nowhere to be found <br />After roaming around, I came back to the grave <br />It gave me the creeps when I looked around <br />It was my name on the stone, a place for me to save<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cheaters/
