by Edwin Arlington Robinson
To-Morrow? Then your one word left is always now the same;t
And that’s a word that names a day that has no more a name.
To-morrow, I have learned at last, is all you have to give:t
The rest will be another’s now, as long as I may live.t
You will see me in the evening?—And what evening has there been,t
Since time began with women, but old age and wrinkled skin?