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Tomorrow

In fitful times when tomorrow comes
to my today sort of mind, to show
Gladness or sadness, it's tearfully
Failing in finding a soul to hear.
Madness, such as this, has to see
Reasons a plenty for kindly smiles;
While in my heart a sorrow crying,
Knowing tomorrow unalt'rably
Comes again.

- Edna Huber ( 1971)