Everyday the baby stirs on his back neglected and unloved, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the child hides under his bed praying tonight the bad man will leave, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the boy eats lunch alone wishing someone will join him, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the man watches T.V. yearning for the warmth of another, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the old man waits in the hospital bed longing for a visitor to say goodbye, but there is always tomorrow.

Everyday the grave stands, no flowers, no loved ones, this time there is no tomorrow.