I don't fear growing old though each year brings both loss and fresh pain
But if God's real or not, with my death, both will end, and I gain
What I trust will be peace. But if death's all there is, can I miss
The day's sun, the rain's smell, rainbow's grace, love's skin's touch, or a kiss?
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A bit of seriousness and humour here. Well done