I swung on the pole, around my reflections
of should I just jump off.
Or should I wonder in thought as I swung
like a hang man on his last breaths?

Shouting at me to jump,  descend, goaded
to take another round trip on this pole
of which so many hands had grasped.
I was having the last moments of my life.

I had the song "Singing In The Rain, replaying
in jest  on my subconscious. Picking a tune for
me too replay this effort for one more swing
on this pole of regrets, as I danced one more time.

Jump or not? the perplexing question on the edge
of my footing, it started to rain and that song
repeated on my mind. Should I give it one more
Try. *"Then my footing went and I fell but which way?