One hundred thousand tomorrows
Are unworthy of one today
A fool from the future borrows
Only to see it slip away.
Fools consider time's unending
Years to come as certain fact
Plan the future they'll be spending
But wait till then to act.
How seldom comes that bright tomorrow
After each today is cast aside
The dreamer languishes in sorrow
His quest at last denied.
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