It was in youth when I first cast
My eyes upon life’s tinselled road
Those were the days I thought would last
My shoulders strong could bear the load
I didn’t think of vain tomorrow
And now I am the child of sorrow

The transient vision soon was fled
And now life’s toils take their toll
The happiness in blood was bled
And sad remorse corrupts my soul
I didn’t think of vain tomorrow
And now I am the child of sorrow

The lessons taught they pain my mind
All joy removed from this sad life
In storm clouds black there is no kind
In swirling winds the sleet is rife
I didn’t think of vain tomorrow
And now I am the child of sorrow

The tempest roars around my head
And foreboding comes into my room
Death beside creeps in bed
The cold surrounds me like a tomb
I didn’t think of vain tomorrow
And now I am a child of sorrow

But hope now stands in beacon bright
And blinds my eyes with visions bold
And on this steed I now alight
Dashing sadness ….shunning cold
For when you live in your tomorrow
There is no room for a child of sorrow

JOn Mewett