what will happen to me by tomorrow

class assignment... but as an end result i really like the poem that i ended up writing

what will happen to me by tomorrow?

the next day isn't always going to come.

thinking of no tomorrow brings me sorrow

other peoples clocks are ticking more than some

so live stronger, laugh harder, love stronger.

make your life a new adventure everyday.

so that when you die. your heart beats longer.

and in loving memory they will all say...

she was filled with joy and brung happiness umong us.

her laughter whispers in our ears, we must hear

we should feel her presence like a cloud of dust.

there will be no tears because her love brought them near.

but then a little girl ponderes in sorrow.

asking the question

what will be my tomorrow?