She wrote me a letter
She will come tomorrow
It was wonderful
I stayed waiting
Every day I read the letter
I waited for tomorrow
To see and meet
My beloved promised
To come
I was then eighteen
My emotions
My feelings
Twisted for a person
Whom I had not seen
I waited and waited
Since my eighteenth
Until I became the eighty
I could not wait more
I Wrote her
And asked
When would come tomorrow
Please come today
And the other day
Someone knocked the door
I opened
I saw a beautiful woman
Standing and smiling
I felt, just felt
I looked into my pocket
It was full of money
But empty of love
I said sorry
And closed the door
I am still waiting tomorrow
I know,
Never and never
Will come tomorrow
But that silly hope
Lost today.