The Question Is...What's to Become of Us?
We shall go the way of all men, But I know not how or when. So I laugh now and then Play Scrabble with my Kin, Write a poem Eat a tart Say a prayer Let a fart.. But right now I need to make coffee. ---AI Overview Betty Stone sent a poem about the human condition to Nila Sanders. The sender concluded... Sign in to see full entry.