Tossed Up...

What would be embossed,
On the face staring the Sun,
To leave a choice crossed,
Once the coin no longer spun?

The diktat soon to be disclosed,
The coin fast fleeing the sky,
I stood and watched engrossed,
Wishing it could forever fly. 

Chance was what I feared,
As I dithered to decide,
And so it sure was weird,
That by a coin I chose to abide.

In truth, I wanted a nudge,
Beyond the despair forebode,
And hoped luck could fudge,
Be the courage along the road.

Then, along came the dread,
Only to leave me to ail;
Should I have tailed the head,
Or, headed down the caudal trail?