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 faded from view,
And all that was left when living was through
Was a mountain of things he intended to do … tomorrow.
by Edgar Guest