It seems we have so little time
To do the kindly things;
Before we realize the truth,
We find that time has wings.
We plan to give a word of cheer
To one who needs a friend;
We plan to see someone who’s ill,
Who may be near the end.
And there’s a letter we should write
To someone who is sad;
Our word may be just what they need
To cheer and make them glad.
It’s easy to procrastinate
And leave such tasks undone,
But such a course will bring regrets
When life’s short race is run.
There is a cure for all these ills:
Just three words tell us how
To bring a speedy, perfect cure;
They’re simply, “Do it now.”
~ Author unknown ~