He was to be all that a mortal should be tomorrow

No one would be better than he tomorrow

Each morning he stacked up the letters he would write tomorrow

It was too bad indeed he was too busy to see Bill, but he promised to do it tomorrow

The greatest of workers this man would have been tomorrow

The world would have known him had he ever seen Tomorrow

But the fact is he died and faded from view, and all that was left when living was through was a mountain of things he intended to do Tomorrow.