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

Month: June 2013


Photo by Lu

Photo by Lu

Look at that boy’s fulsome hair
My receding hairline can’t compare
His glowing eyes like rich blue yolk
Mine as red as a finger poke
Nappy clad clean, his hairless tender skin
Freckles, wrinkles, moles for me are in
He’s full of energy, eager for action
I’ll just sit here with a small fraction
Thoughts of fun, mischief, occupy his mind
Lost opportunity, nostalgia, I do find
Joy and naivety in his unassuming heart
Deceit and disbelief has torn mine apart
For him to consume soft bread is a must
Whereas I nibble and savour the crust
He has much to learn, even more to understand
My remaining brain cells take their last stand
His sole of purity will always be fine
This I know because it is still mine.

Andrew Mansell, June 2013.