The following poem was authored by my grandmother's brother Bramwell Quinton of Charleston, and sent to me by my aunt Violet Quinton. It was printed in a newspaper, presumably The Clarenville Packet. The title is partially torn from the newspaper clipping, so I'm actually guessing on the title.

Tomorrow May Never Come

Do not wait until tomorrow
For that something you could say
To help someone in their sorrow
And to cheer them on their way
If you tarry till tomorrow
Just to say those words of cheer
If you wait until tomorrow
You may find it is not there.

If you see somebody stumble
As he tries to bear his load
Will you turn away from helping
As you travel down life's road
If you say "perhaps tomorrow"
I will lend a helping hand
Perhaps there will be no tomorrow
Give that help now if you can.

If misfortune strikes your brother
Help him with a word of cheer

Do some deed of kindness for him
Let him know how much you care
If you can do something for him
Do it now and do not wait
If you wait until tomorrow
It could then be just too late.

If you quarrel with your neighbour
And with them its hard to live
If they say mean things about you
Try to love them and forgive
When they turn their faces from you
ANd you know they treat you wrong
Forgive today and not tomorrow
For that day may never dawn.

If you have hurt someone's feelings
And you feel that you've done wrong
If your stubborn pride won't let you
Talk to them before their gone
If you do not ask forgiveness
Then perhaps you will regret
That you waited for tomorrow
And you'll find your waiting yet!

Bramwell B. Quinton

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