He was going to be all that a mortal could be--
Tomorrow;
No one would 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 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.
1 comment:
Since you have read this.... What could you of done today, that won't get done tomorrow because you only plan but don't do?
Just a thought....
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