What will become of us
Once the garden has grown
And the town that was here
Has broken its stone
What will become of them
When the world finds it's place
And the universe shrinks
Not expands out through space
What will become of me
When the sun has long set
And I've aged from the day
But it's not the end yet
What will become of us
Once we plant the seed
And we leave it to grow
In this time of need
YOU ARE READING
Off The Cuff
PoetryThis will be a collection of any of my freestyle or other poetry that I've written that is really just off the cuff. Please give me feedback- Freestyle is new to me!
