Old Tomorrow

Wonderful 'morrow,
Old and narrow.
As the next scene,
You can't be seen.
Ages have heard of you,
None ever saw you.
Noone knows your package,
Noone knows your damage.
You are invisibly visible,
You are possibly impossible.
You! the talk of the day,
You! the terror of today.
When men's breathe dries,
Tommorow never dies.

-B.M. Atsen