I know it is early morning, <br /> And hope is calling aloud, <br />And your heart is afire with Youth’s desire <br /> To hurry along with the crowd. <br />But linger a bit by the roadside, <br /> And lend a hand by the way, <br />‘Tis a curious fact that a generous act <br /> Brings leisure and luck to a day. <br /> <br />I know it is only the noontime – <br /> There is chance enough to be kind; <br />But the hours run fast when the noon has passed, <br /> And the shadows are close behind. <br />So think while the light is shining, <br /> And act ere the set of the sun, <br />For the sorriest woe that a soul can know <br /> Is to think what it might have done. <br /> <br />I know it is almost evening, <br /> But the twilight hour is long. <br />If you listen and heed each cry of need <br /> You can right full many a wrong. <br />For when we have finished the journey <br /> We will all look back and say: <br />‘On life’s long mile there was nothing worth while <br /> But the good we did by the way.’<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-enough/
