My sister wanted to see the zoo.
"Maybe tomorrow," Mother croons.
My sister wanted to see the park.
"Maybe tomorrow," Father barked.
My sister wanted to see the sea.
"Maybe tomorrow," Mother called through a mouthful of tea.
My sister wanted to see the carnival.
"Maybe tomorrow," Father snarled.
My sister wanted to see the world.
"Maybe tomorrow," both parents said as they whirled.
Around and around and around they went,
But none of their time was spent,
Tending to my sister's pleads,
But carelessly giving only her needs.
Eventually it came to them, plain as day,
When she silently passed away.
They should have spent their time more wisely,
And now they're paying back their costly
"Maybe tomorrow,"s daily.
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