One day the world will be very different.
The crates will run away from the sad milkman.
The ruler will be heart broken when the measurements fade away.
The untouched book will sit on the shelf full of dust.
The pens and pencils will be trapped inside a pencil
case while everyone uses computers.
The old wooden chairs will rot away
while everyone sits on sofas.
One day the old things will go away. |