He was going to be all that a mortal could be…
No one could be kinder or braver than he.
A friend who was troubled and weary he knew, on him he
would call and see what he could do…
Each morning he’d stack up the letters he’d write…
And he’d think of the people he’d fill with delight…
TOMORROW It was too bad, indeed, he was busy today,
and hadn’t a minute to stop on his way,
“More time I will have to give others,” he’d say…
And all he had left here when living was through
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