AN: This is one of five really old poems of mine that I stumbled across when I was moving.
Life or death,
Which would you choose?
Would you choose death?
To make it stop and end it all.
To give up and hear the call.
Or would you choose life?
To live with the pain.
To hear the laughter, shed the tears, and bear the strain.
Which do you choose?
I choose life.
Not because I think it's right, and death's wrong.
But because I'm weak, and not too strong.
It takes strength to say farewell.
To leave behind all who care.
So for now until I'm due,
I'll stay here and be with you.