Before our births, void of choice, we became part of the story,
During our lives, with a choice, we can't escape the story,
After death, abandoned choice, the story continues to seep.
- Andrew Mansell

Autumn Leaves

As the dark clouds descended
The autumn leaves pretended
That they would somehow survive
Till the warm blue sky arrived
Sure some will be collected
Possibly even protected
Others will be turned
In fires to be burned
Most will be replaced
Lost without a trace
To fade away and decay
Empty branches left to sway
Will you take your chance?
Amongst autumn leaves to dance.

28/07/2006 Andrew Mansell

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