Tomorrow

I was listening to the Focus on the Family broadcast today, "Treasuring Relationships," and was struck by a poem that was read about tomorrow. It brought to mind one of a favourite quotes and silly little song.

So here is my musings for today: an interesting contrast in view points - Shakespeare (MacBeth) vs. that little orphan named Annie:

Shakespeare (From Macbeth): "Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace form day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."

Annie: "The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun. Just thinkin' about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow 'till there's none! When I'm stuck with the day that's gray and lonely, I just stick out my chin and grin and say, ohh... the sun will come out tomorrow, so you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow come what may! Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, your only a day away."