What To Do Poem by James Mazalic

What to Do

What to do, what to do
If not me, why not you
Something surely, must be done
But we know it won’t be fun

Black and white, and sometimes gray
Not as clear as night and day
Is it time for us to choose
Not a time to be confused

But choices come with certain terror
If we choose, and we’re in error
Take a road and we’re mistaken
Miss the road we should have taken

So we choose, we place our bet
Hope our choice won’t bring regret
But if it does, and we were wrong
Another choice will come along