Could go either way

Back for day 9 of poetry month. I might have been totally stumped by the prompt for day 8, but this one was a little better. Today is a "nonet" - a poem with nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line has eight, and so on down to the last line at only one syllable.  _________________________________________________

In life there is an ample spectrum

between certain and uncertain,

but then there is Uncle Dan,

who would not dare to bet

his last pack of smokes

on whether the

sun will set

in the

west.