As I wander through the lonely graveyard
Where dead men and women serenely sleep
I stop by a headstone, gray, cold, and hard
And speak to a man in the earth so deep
“Hello,” say I, “you who’s dead in the earth.
To where will you go when you leave this place?”
“I do not know.” Came a voice filled with mirth.
“I am at ease here, in my padded space.”
“But,” say I, “do you not want to see light?”
“To leave the earth and see truly, clearly?”
Comes the reply, “It is fine here, just right.
I do not trust in a world above me.”
I go back to my faith, past gravestones hard
And leave the atheist in his graveyard.

age = 13-16