The Wide Tomorrow

Come, look into the future, see
The winding road of destiny
That bears us to we-know-not-where
Across the wide tomorrow

It’s nothing like the trip we’ve known,
And there’s no map that can be shown
To where all we will stop ere there,
No compass we can borrow —

And days we feel like all is choice,
We’re worried that we’ll blow it;
But now’s an evanescent thing
And gone before we know it —

Whatever road we hap to choose,
The way’s not really ours to lose:
The sun will soon be falling,
The wide tomorrow’s


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