The Fall Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

Agnostic now becoming fast,
discard my teachings of the past..
The waters dark, and very deep,
could this be my final sleep..
What tales to tell, what truth
to hold, for some this be their
pot of gold..
Released from toil, trial and pain,
for me right now, ne'er live again..
Should this I do, or should I not,
would all my cares be forgot..
This is my chance, not pass it by,
this my decision, do or die..
Should I try to live once more, or
or death at present, close the door..
The fence I'm on, which way to leap,
to fight or plunge into the deep..
To plunge the depths is what I choose..
But either way I'm born to lose..
I'm born to lose, each way I turn,
but still I choose, not life to spurn..