There are no 50/50 cases In this world of black and white, Do it right or let it go, And heed the day’s fading light.
A solitary bird alights, To sing a song, or so it seems; An echo through the shadowed leaves, A whispering of lost dreams.
To wander through the countryside, In the chill of autumn air, Is also to recall the joy Of life upon a dare.
- Robert Frost