TOMORROW

By Edgar Guest

 

He was going to be all that a mortal should be…

Tomorrow.

 

No one should be kinder or 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.

 

It was too bad, indeed, he was busy today,

And hadn’t a minute to stop on his way;

More time he would 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!