By Choice Or Destiny Poem by Jacob Courtney

Standing against a wall looking back
on what brought me here. I know that
this is where I would be when I was
young. So why do I only wander why I
came here now. Was it by choice or
by destiny. we only question things
when we know the end is approaching.
So is it only when death stares us
in the face that we wish we could
have done thigs different or is it
when death comes knocking we start
to show what courage is. Knowing
that death is around the coner. Now
I must take up my weapon and stare
death in the face not knowing if
I will see tomarrow.