Today, Tomorrow And Then

In the morning We are fine and gay 

Eat and drink and promise to be merry

Labour and earn and want to be Cherry 

Very very cool we pass today.

Tomorrow comes in a sweet slow way

Dream goes true at every moment 

We wait for the next change to be went

But little experience we burn may

' Then ' thereafter comes for a while 

Find ourselves in a short exile

And intend to saying a lot 

But who wants to deal our file

Had we got bit of help-tile 

Tomorrow would have had surely no Cot.