Choices Poem by david lessard

I am undecided, whether I should go,
or whether I should stay,
I can't make up my mind, too much is in the way.

I want to go, but don't...I want to stay...yet leave,
Whichever one I choose, it still remains a peeve.

Pros and cons don't matter much,
Not with this endeavor;
The choice is rather simple,
It has to do with weather.

If I wait too long, it will be too cold,
If I go tommorow, I still have autumn's gold;
Can't wait to see my children,
grandchildren, and great-grandchildren too;
They live so far away, a visit's way past due.

I think I'll leave next week, mid-October's good,
I'll drive through pretty country, lakes and streams
and wood;
I don't like indecision, it's not the thing for me,
I must be off and going, so many spots to see.

I guess I've made up my mind,
'Twas an easy thing to do;
Thanks for sharing with me,
It was nice to spend some time with you.