He was going to be all
that a mortal could be--Tomorrow;
No one should be kinder
nor braver than he--Tomorrow;
A friend who was
troubled and weary he knew
Who'd be glad of a lift
and who needed it, too;
On him he would call
and see what he could do--Tomorrow.
Each morning he stacked
up the letters he'd write--Tomorrow;
And he thought of the
folks he would fill with delight--Tomorrow;
It was too bad, indeed,
he was busy today,
And hadn't a minute to
stop on his way;
"More time I'll have to
give others," he'd say--"Tomorrow."
The greatest of workers
this man would have been--Tomorrow.
The world would have
known him had he ever seen--Tomorrow.
But the fact is he
died, and he faded from view,
And all that he left
here when living was through
Was a mountain of
things he intended to do--Tomorrow.
----Anonymous---