Tomorrow

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.

And 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 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

Was a mountain of things he intended to do      Tomorrow.