The Choices We Make Poem by Bryan Taplits

No one knows the weight of them-
False lucre or True God,
We're all too afraid of that final scene:
When we've each been disposed
In stiff sod.
But consider:
The sun typically shines
The moon irrevocably glows
And trees and flowers ever grow,
And love can last
(as it enwraps you in tow) -
Though you thought it a fling-
But whichever it be
We know it goes by too fast.

So how do we decide
Who do we deny?
Filthy pelf or the One Majestic Being,
Yes, it's for each to decide
Who to deride
And how we're to derive-
Life's "Everything".