Tomorrow

William Dean Howells

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OLD fraud, I know you in that gay disguise,
That air of hope, that promise of surprise:
Beneath your bravery, as you come this way,
I see the sordid presence of Today;
And I shall see there, before you are gone,
All the dull Yesterdays that I have known.

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  • larhonda36m

    I remember reading this poem when I was young and honestly, i still love it even now! It really captures the feeling of looking forward to tomorrow while also acknowledging past regrets, so relatable.