Hope To The End
by Edgar A. 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.
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 Tomorrow.
© Edgar A. Guest
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P.S. Tomorrow is always a day away
"For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been"
John Greenleaf Whittier
"I'll say nice things about you when you die" - Lori Feichter