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!