So angered by their lies, I felled,
with raging hate that I had held -
livid by the wrongs that gripped,
and trying to escape, I yelled!
I sought a place so far away -
where I could go, forever stay -
from evil, sinful, wicked men -
I quickly left, without delay.
Then on a park bench feeling low -
my tears began to really flow.
Dark and dreary was that eve -
I had no place to really go.
"WHY me, dear God," I asked down in,
"allowed you why, man's evil sin -
to break me down in pieces so -
and bring me torture deep within?"
I lost my job - have You no clue?
I lost my car and savings too -
I lost all love for other folk.
Your answer God, is overdue."
Heard I, a voice that caught my ears -
his age, at most, was ten short years.
Embarrassed I, so hid them quick -
my lonely, sorry, selfish tears.
I could not look him in the eye -
nor let him see this old man cry.
I stared down at the ground is all.
The "hi" I said was just a lie.
He had few words, but gave support -
oh, no one could my problems sort.
And least of all this tiny boy,
who's lived a life so very short.
But there, he listened patiently
and took his time to talk to me.
He seemed to understand my pain -
and somehow we could just agree.
The minutes spent seemed very few,
our little friendship grew and grew.
"Just ask me any question, son -
and maybe I can help you too."
I heard some sorrow in the air,
when he asked me, "Why's life unfair?"
So I looked up through blurry tears,
and noticed then, his wheel chair.
I sat there stunned and never moved -
and problems mine, were not removed.
This lesson learned, I'll not forget,
"And now, my God, a life I'll prove."