Believers Are Too Hardy

To rejoice demands grieving
Believes while unbelieving.
Living’s slowly unliving,

When not rapidly failing.
No one’s really believing
In heaven after leaving,

Only in leaving and then,
Maybe some luck with heaven,
Stress on that maybe again.

You’d see everyone rushing,
If belief meant believing.
But very few are leaving

And fewer for believing.
Most just get left here, grieving.