Tomorrow

Tomorrow does not stand apart,

A shining, all new day;

Tomorrow is a thing slow-built

Of hours passed away.

It's made of dreams your heart has stored,

And dreams discarded, too;

It's made of all the joys and tears

The years brought you.

It's made of lessons you have learned,

The friends you've known - the foes;

As each of our Todays is bent,

So our tomorrow grows.

It's made of sweat and toil and pain

And song and love and laughter;

Each minute of Today helps build

The day that follows after.

Tomorrow does not spring full-built

With some new dawn's bright rays -

Tomorrow is a slow built thing

Made up of yesterdays.

Helen Lowrie Marshall