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 through

Was a mountain of things he intended to do

      Tomorrow.