250/365 To a Mouse

250/365 To a Mouse

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane, 

In proving foresight may be in vain: 

The best-laid schemes o' Mice an' Men 

         Gang aft agley, 

An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, 

         For promis'd joy!

Still thou are blest, compared wi' me! 

The present only toucheth thee: 

But Och! I backward cast my e'e, 

         On prospects drear! 

An' forward, tho' I cannot see, 

         I guess an' fear!

Robert Burns