Love is the ultimate force That makes for the saving choice of life and good Against the damning choice of death and evil We are now faced with the fact, my friends That tomorrow is today We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now (We all that inhabit this small planet) In this unfolding conundrum of life and history There is such a thing as being too late (We all cherish our children’s future) Procrastination is still the thief of time Life often leaves us standing bare Naked and dejected With a lost opportunity (We all breathe the same air) We may cry out desperately for time to pause in her passage But time is deaf to every plea and rushes on Over the bleached bones and jumbled residue of numerous civilizations Written the pathetic words: It's too late (It's too late, it's too late)