A.N. Well, my first posting in an eternity. *sigh* Well, this is a short
poem on choices in life.

Black and White

The choices we must make
Are never black and white
There's that shifting misty gray
An indistinct twilight

Paths unseen within swirling mists
Upon which we all must tread
Paths which all have traveled once
Whether unborn, living, or dead

An endless maze of twisting roads
Upon which far we cannot see
Yet choose we must for good or ill
As what will be will be