To-Morrow

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Title:     To-Morrow
Author: Edgar A. Guest [More Titles by Guest]

He was going to be all that a mortal should be
      To-morrow.
  No one should be kinder or braver than he
      To-morrow.
  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
      To-morrow.
  Each morning he stacked up the letters he'd write
      To-morrow.
  And thought of the folks he would fill with delight
      To-morrow.
  It was too bad, indeed, he was busy to-day,
  And hadn't a minute to stop on his way;
  More time he would have to give others, he'd say,
      To-morrow.
  The greatest of workers this man would have been
      To-morrow.
  The world would have known him, had he ever seen
      To-morrow.
  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
      To-morrow.

[The end]
Edgar A. Guest's poem: To-Morrow

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