Disclaimers: None, basically because I don't actually mention the characters, it's just whatever pops into my head, it's for a contest. But, if you just like reading disclaimers, Gary Hobson and friends, though not even mentioned, do not belong to me, but to CBS and Sony TriStar. I'm glad to be a new member, and to have my work posted on this site.

Spoilers: None, doesn't even mention a newspaper, I just wrote it, and thought of Gary. Oh, yeah, this one's for Matt, my own unknowing "Gary," he doesn't know it yet.

A nice poem. Kind of like, a Chuck-Gary kind of thing. Devil-angel, homies-Boy Scout, two perspectives. No rhyming, just enjoy my free form poem, but don't flame me, I'm 12, so I'm no Poe, hey that rhymed. Enjoy.

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If You Had the Choice
by Mary Hobson

   What would you do,
      if every day
you could change the fate of tommorow?
      Would you do it?
Would you erase the wrongs,
   and make them right?
would you let it pass you by,
    or would your conscience be too much for you?

What would you do, if every day, you could wake up,
    and the future just lay at your doorstop?
  Would you care?
    Would you help?

What would you do,
    if you could stop,
that boy from shooting his brother,
   that plane from crashing,
the fire from starting,
   that school shooting from ever happening?
What would you do?
    What could you do?

Would you go into burning buildings,
   to save complete strangers?
Or would you stay in your safehouse?
   A house of ignorance, and nothingness,
     a hollow heart, a plastic smile?
Would you step in front of a troubled teen's gun,
   and tell him there's a better way?
Or would you lock your door,
   and hide under the bed,
   until it all went away?

But, it could never go away, could it?
    Would you be able to sleep at night,
knowing what you could have done,
   what you should have done?
The faces of the hurt looming in your dreams?
    What if all you could do,
  was scream?
    Scream in rage,
until you're ripping your hair,
    and tearing it out of your head?
  Crying the unshed tears of the dead,
they'd think you'd help, but you didn't.
   What would you do?
Nothing? Or something?

What would you do,
    if the future just lay in the palm of your hand?
What would you do with it?
     Toss it in the trash,
go the path of disbelief?
   Or the path of heriosm?
You could,
    pretend you know nothing.
Or you could run out and save lives.
   Or maybe the future doesn't exsist until it's the past,
      shut your eyes,
close your ears.
    Would you help... or would you walk away?
  Bet you'd never think the guilt would pile up,
    but it will.

So, what would you do?
    Would you sit in your house,
  watch reruns on the tube,
when you could be saving a million lives?
    Or would the million live,
      to cure cancer,
   build faster computers,
      help the economy.
and build a better today for the children of tommorow?
    Bet you'd never think,
your choice could effect the future of the world.
   But, if you didn't save that doctor,
     would that little girl survive her allergic reaction,
and if you didn't save that fireman,
    would the house on the corner burn to the ground?
It's your choice,
    just hope you make the right one.

All I'm asking is,
   what would you do,
      if you had the choice?
 

Feedback is appreciated, and accepted. A message to men who get tommorow's newspaper today, that is if their name is Gary Hobson. I'll meet you at McGinty's. You bring the newspaper, the kitty, and I'll bring the candlesticks and roses. Oh, and Gary? I don't mind if you're late. [tee-hee]

Email the author: Mary Hobson
 
 

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