Gip See Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

I find no tomorrow triumphant for mankind, as understood today,
which wastes the day, would borrow from the Future, inclined
to escrow sorrow from collective mind. Judgment swings
between greed and ignorance, to sway both ends hollow,
While contradictions waiting in the wings
smile for Fate, man wiles his lease away
awaiting hypothetical release declined
in future 'tense' whence it would seem to follow
that however fine the robin sings
tomorrow may find Man stung by Time's dard,
which only close companion louse, house broken, will dismay.