You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.

You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected a lot of empty yesterdays.

In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
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In the downhill of life, when I find I'm declining,
May my lot no less fortunate be
Than a snug elbow-chair can afford for reclining,
And a cot that o'erlooks the wide sea;
With an ambling pad-pony to pace o'er the lawn,
While I carol away idle sorrow,
And blithe as the lark that each day hails the dawn,
Look forward with hope for to-morrow.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

To-morrow the dreams and flowers will fade.

Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.

Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

To-morrow is, ah, whose?

To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.

To-morrow never yet
On any human being rose or set.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
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Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks,
And through the opening door that time unlocks
Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

To-morrow will give some food for thought.
[Lat., Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.]

To-morrow will give some food for thought.
[Lat., Aliquod crastinus dies ad cogitandum dabit.]