He Is Real (Reply To The Philosopher) Poem by Anonymous Anonymous

Don't tell me he doesn't exist.
You know I won't listen if you persist.
Acting like you know something that I might have missed.
Jotting down lies, a pointless list.
Wondering why I continue to resist.
Giving me an evil look, shaking your fist.
I'm here for one reason, to serve and assist.
Telling me he's not real, you continue to insist.
I see you looking in all directions, trying to make a twist.
I speak the truth; you say, 'Get to the gist.'
Your life is simple, easily dismissed.
All alone in your world, why can't we coexist?
I'm called to a higher purpose, a natural positivist.
I know he is real, waiting on you to enlist.