Whether to wait in sorrow and Uncertainty,
And ponder my perfect agony,
Live a tortured and sleepless life,
Of constant fear and inner strife,

Or check-mate myself with the last move,
That some claim to want, but cannot do,
To join the club of either ultimate strength, or insecurity,
And leave all I was on the table to see...

Or in the casket rather...

But, on I have blathered,

So now I suppose I'll let you decide,
Whether tis stronger to live, or stronger to die