On Crossroad

ON A CROSSROAD: Here he stands on a crossroad, In the eve of a strong cold, Posturize in a long coat, Imagining what's on the broad road, And what's also on the small road. Thousands of experients refusing to teach, Whiles their moving mouths struggle to speak. Should he take right, Or he should go left? He don't wish for an unending fight, To have a future fixed to pains and heft. Where he would only sit to contrite, But he wish his heart will be cleft, To present his legacy with forthright, Without any unsettled debt. Before he will be carried away by death, And have a good sleep under the earth.