One day none of us
will be here this
entire building
everything
will be gone.
I think I’ll get
up from this table,
walk across the
hall, and knock
on your door.
I’ll ask to borrow
a cup of sugar
when you answer
while we are both
still here.
Matt's Potential Poetry Blog 
This one made me smile 😀 Nice!
Nice to see that you stopped back by and that this little random poem brought a smile to the world- there can never be enough of those. Peace.