"Never Too Late"

"It is too late!" Ah, nothing is too late - -

Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles 

Wrote his grand "Oedipus," and 

Simonides

Bore off the prize of verse from his 

compeers

When each had numbered more then fourscore years . . .

Chaucer, at Woodstock, with his 

nightingales,

At sixty wrote the "Canterbury Tales."

Goethe, at Weimar, toiling to the last, 

Completed "Faust" when eighty years were past.

What then? Shall we sit idly down and 

say,

"The night has come; it is no longer 

day"?

For age is opportunity no less

Than youth itself, though in another 

dress.

And as the evening twilight fades away, 

The sky is filled with stars, invisible by 

day.

It is never to late to start doing what is right.

Never.

~Longfellow~