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.
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.

"Collected Works of Edgar Guest"
Cutchogue, NY: Buccaneer Books, p. 72