Zero
By Stellar84

--------------------------------------------------------------
This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
--------------------------------------------------------------

     Our world holds many 
     I am but one 
     Lots are born each day 
     I sit close to none 

     Percentage wise 
     I’m less than three 
     In fact, if you’ll look 
     You’ll not find me 

     I mean so little 
     I make no change 
     In fact most think 
     I'm rather strange 

     To most I appear 
     A nothing, blank 
     I hold a zero 
     Upon the river bank 

     They’ve said as much 
     That if I died 
     They’d be happy 
     And won’t have cried 

     They’ve mentioned it 
     They’ll get along 
     Better in fact 
     Without me to do wrong 

     Of all the people 
     That die each day 
     And those are born 
     Here’s what I say 

     You’d think for me 
     I wasn’t born 
     For they show no feeling 
     Only their scorn 

     They say nothing 
     When I’m there 
     To show that maybe 
     They kind of care 

     But as it is 
     They don’t miss at all 
     I don’t exist 
     I’m not even tall 

     I’m a zero to most 
     Less than one to the rest 
     And yet maybe to them 
     It’s for the best