Carpe Diem Is Real. Time is God’s precious gift to us Not to be squandered. It quickly glides On the wingèd chariot. Behind us. Those long gone cannot say I regret, Or take back biting words of scorn Said in anger or pain Or fight past their fears To realize a dream. Don’t be the eagle who could have soared Thinking he was of lowly birth As he scratched and clucked in the dust. He died choking on the poisonous seeds Of 'You can’t' from his peers. Do It Now. Copyright © 1998 by Sandra E. Morris
Reason for writing:
Every day people die with their dreams unrealized. I was moved by a powerful anecdote written by John Catoir.
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