Wait Till Tomorrow

wait till tomorrow, when all the fantasies will cease , when all these glamour is overcome by time, and all the show becomes histories, when time becomes the king , over the haughty pride of mortal men. wait till tomorrow, when beauty bows to worms, and straight legs wearied by age, and sickness ravage this puny shape. wait till tomorrow, when this idol called flesh, groans in helpless search for a cure, all the strength of youthful days, as mere mere tale that was told . wait till tomorrow, when the feet are wobbling, and the teeth cannot chew, when you hide those faces with bulging sockets, and that sagged breast which you once revere. wait till tomorrow, when with aid the eyes are dim, when the waist becomes a burden, and those wigs refuse to fit, wait when pride is useless wait, it comes too soon, wait.