ONE OF MANY

Do not cry, I’m one of many
Of those who do not believe
Or give credit where it’s due
Perhaps, never ever likely to
Even as one of the lucky few
I have a soul here to retrieve
And rely on faith, if I’ve any

There have been several terms
For when one has no faith left
It had its chance, now has fled
But there’s hope, someone said
And live life with a lighter tread
Left with logic, one feels bereft
As at the end, is it only worms

Try to pause at a certain age
And consider the point of life
If just to reproduce, then why
Work to eat, and then you die
All opinions having gone awry
No marching to drum and fife
Believing does not make a sage

So when it comes to the hour
Searching for enlightenment
To explain what it was all for
Depart silently or with a roar
Yet one is leaving, still unsure
No room is left for sentiment
Eyes closed, recognise power