Why do we wait till tired hands are lying,
No more responsive with their tender touch;
Before we place therein those loving tokens
They would have prized so much?
Why do we wait till weary hearts are shrouded
In death's oblivious calm for evermore,
Before we speak those words of true affection
They would have loved before?
Why do we wait?—What might have been is changeless;
The present calls us to these actions a great;
Ours it may be to brighten someone's journey,
Then oh, why do we wait?
—From "Songs for the Right."
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James Allen was a little-known philosophical writer and poet. He is best recognized for his book, As a Man Thinketh. Allen wrote about complex subjects such as faith, destiny, love, patience, and religion but had the unique ability of explaining these subjects clearly and in a way that is easy to understand. He often wrote about cause and effect, sowing and reaping, as well as overcoming sadness, sorrow, and grief. For more information on the life of James Allen, click here.