Jersey Journal/1932/Tomorrow Never Comes

Tommorrow Never Comes By Naida M. Freudenberg Jersey City The sun is sinking in the West, And the close of day is nigh Can I say to myself: I have done my best, Or did I not even try? "I'll do what I can tomorrow," I say, Yet when the new day is here I find that my thoughts are to busy with play To think of the pledge that I made so sincere. So as each day goes past, I see That the good I intended to do - Is put off until "tomorrow" - Ending in a pledge anew.