The Old Ones Poem by Thomas Noel Smith

The memories of lost deities
Blown away with the winds of change
All the gods who answered prayers
And made men’s lives complete.
The Old Ones were there,
In the dark of night,
To answer mournful cries.
The Old Ones from Olympus
To the crystal skies of Rome
To the rolling hills and mountains
Of the land of Eire…
All across the globe
Where men lived and breathed and laughed
The Old Ones smiled
Blessed men’s lives
Stood by them day and night
But the Old Ones are gone like dust
Memories buried in the pages
Of ancient books.

The Old Ones left us
To dance sadly on the earth alone.

The new way of life
Came with time
And the Old Ones
Stopped their lives.
“The new way’s best”,
So men say,
“And past beliefs were myths
Ignorant men chose to believe”.
When time has passed
Another thousand years
Some may say of us
Our deities were myths
That ignorant men chose to believe
And our ways may be thought as old
Our beliefs—memories- buried in the pages
Of ancient books.