"Next year, next year," we say, When come to nought Our plans and projects gay, Our bright dreams, fraught With brighter hopes, that shine On that far rim Of life's horizon line, Where dreams lie dim And touched with morning dew -- "Next year, next year"; And while we plan anew The days grow sere. The year flies by, and lo! We've left behind The glory and the glow We hoped to find; And raised again the clew We meant to heed -- The cherished plan to do Some cherished deed. "Next year, next year!" Oh! why not now, Delaying soul, this year Keep word and vow? Oh! why not now and here, Why not today, Before another year Shall run away? Keep word and faith, or ere An hour's delay, Make good the promise fair, TODAY, TODAY! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ILLINOIS FARMER by CARL SANDBURG BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON ODES IV, 7. TO TORQUATUS. DIFFUGERE NIVES by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS ENVOY: 5. TO MY NAME-CHILD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN |