Of Tomorrow
If today and of tomorrow,
how so much will one man sorrow?
For all his toil and grime
has put him past his time.
And as soon as he forgets
to try with all his might.
Another one soon sets
the soul of one alight.
And as the story should go,
and read it should you dare,
the heart of he so low
will only rise up to share
with one eternal demise.
If today and of tomorrow,
so how much can one man sorrow?
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