Hour Of Decision Poem by Danny Speicher

There's an odd sort of feeling in my soul
Heat mixing with cold and hope with distress
Sense of destiny and losing control
When will this tearing apart be made whole?

Things I viewed so simply, once, as a child
Are things I view so deeply now I'm grown
Things that once seemed so tame have gone so wild
And life goes on at its click all the while

The hour of decision is now at hand
Ideas must be made reality
Oh, if I could stop the hourglass sand
I guess some things I'll never understand

Yet, here stand I, at the brink of my fate
Which shall I choose along this broken way?
Shall I slowly move and see what awaits?
Or step boldly forward and shed this weight?
What will become of me at the end of the day?