Great Man's Dilemma: A Poem

[Not much seems to be rhyming in my very first and modest try at poetry. I hope this sudden upsurge of thoughts moves the reader as much as the writer]


I stand on the head of the hillock today,
It splits my past and future;
I stand in such a wary stance,
that I face none of the either.

On my left, have I, a gleaming past,
where the sun beams down at me;
but the right side has a day overcast,
only haze it has to offer.

I take a step towards my right,
and my limbs don't seem to waver,
I know it'll be an uncertain path,
but pray, do I have a choice?

Sooner or later, my grave awaits,
my corpse draped in white cotton.
But that shouldn't make me change my mind,
Because time I have in ample.

If my one step does change my fate,
and that of a million others,
I care not what is uncertain,
I care not what is fear.

Because change is change,
whether good or bad,
It happens for the better.
And so I plunge from the top-most point,
into my hazy future.

I know the odds are ten to one,
I know success is bleak.
O God I know that I might fail,
But jumping is what matters!


-B.M.