He was going to be all that a mortal should be <br /> Tomorrow. <br />No one should be kinder or braver than he <br /> Tomorrow. <br />A friend who was troubled and weary he knew, <br />Who'd be glad of a lift and who needed it, too; <br />On him he would call and see what he could do <br /> Tomorrow. <br /> <br />Each morning he stacked up the letters he'd write <br /> Tomorrow. <br />And thought of the folks he would fill with delight <br /> Tomorrow. <br />It was too bad, indeed, he was busy today, <br />And hadn't a minute to stop on his way; <br />More time he would have to give others, he'd say <br /> Tomorrow. <br /> <br />The greatest of workers this man would have been <br /> Tomorrow. <br />The world would have known him, had he ever seen <br /> Tomorrow. <br />But the fact is he died and he faded from view, <br />And all that he left here when living was through <br />Was a mountain of things he intended to do <br /> Tomorrow.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tomorrow-246/
