I said I don't believe in God in his Heaven or in Satan in his Hell
Or in a Limbo or in a Purgatory or on an Afterlife as well
Then what do you believe in the old bloke said to me?
His question had me perplexed as perplexed as can be
I searched my mind for a quick answer though I may as well not try
And to him I said to your honest question I feel stuck for a reply
Life seems pointless without something to believe in with a smile he did say
His parting message to me as he bid me a good day.
I question the existence of God and an Afterlife and I am not one who pray
But those who believe on such things I do envy in some way
That old bloke set me thinking with words he has a way
We need something to believe in his insights with me stay.
We need something to believe in his words ring ever true
And since I believe in nothing will nothing be my due?
A wise old octogenarian the years have left him gray
We need something to believe in is all he had to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem. If you don't believe in God are we then an accident is some cosmic mishap? I think the God prospect in whatever you make them to be is more logical.