Each of us, in our time
Find ourselves standing at the edge of a chasm—
It beckons to us like a lover–
And we want to either be pulled back from it’s edge;
Or pulled forward to it’s void
To change life’s course is that chasm,
In my life, it’s now do or die—
I face each day with an anvil on my back…
Like Atlas, carrying the globe
That pushes me to make a choice.
Or die trying to.
The chasm has two sides;
Hearth and Home or Work and Duty….
Choose one, the other falls—
Dirt simple.
Make a choice and one is lost;
Make no choices and I am lost….
There is no middle ground; no bridge between.
It’s not easy to choose a side;
It all rides on what you love most…
Survival in this world of rotting virtue and despair
Or holding a family together with naught to hold with…
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