Never know about tomorrow.
Can’t rely on yesterday
To catch the brass ring of forever
On this busman’s holiday.
Sweep the floor of dusty
sorrows.
Cannot use them anyway.
Damn the foil of stormy weather
If it dares get in the way.
Do not be afraid to borrow.
You’ll repay the debt someday
Before the beast of leave-me-never
Comes to steal your soul away.
Even when the path is narrow
And the sky turns steely gray
Hope will rise with feathered wings
On gentle breezes of today.
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