I Was Given The Option Poem by Alex waters

I was given the option,
Of choosing my end.
A simple decision,
And to heaven ascend.

I choose to die with glory.
Free of shame.
A magnificent story,
To keep thy name.

Or perhaps I’ll live free of care,
And die at rest.
Unlike the hair,
But rather a tortoise.

Maybe I’ll choose
The life of a lover.
Someone who proves
Worthy of another.

So many lives I’ve tried,
No time left for precision,
But then I died,
Before making my decision.