Thegilded game of life is finite;
Alltoo soon it comes to end,
Andthe promise on tomorrow
Holdsno faithful guarantee.
Butthis affords no reason for
Forsakingfondest dreams. There are
Fartoo many wondrous episodes
Themind cannot foresee.
Fortunepales without tomorrow’s pledge of
Life,in all its finery,
Thatpromenades the passageways
Offondly fashioned destiny.
Andbrave imagination grows its promise
Ofa hope-filled fate
Wheresplendid fruitful gardens of desire
Patientlyawait.
Disquietfor the future
Isadept at stealing joy away,
Butbelieving in tomorrow is no reason
Toforsake today.
So,here’s a plan: to make a plan,
Toplead, pilfer or borrow,
Toface the trials of today
Believingin tomorrow.