“they're not different than any of you, are they? hope in their eyes, just like yours. they believe themselves destined for wonderful things, just like many of you. well, where are those smiles now, boys? what of the hope? did most of them not wait until it was too late before making their lives into even one iota of what they were capable? in chasing the almighty deity of success, did they not squander their boyhood dreams? most of those gentlemen are fertilizing daffodils now! however if you get very close, boys, you can hear them whisper. go ahead,'' he urged, ''lean in. go on. hear it? can you?'' the boys were quiet, some of them leaned hesitantly towawd the phoograps. ''carpe diem,'' keating whispered loudly. ''seize the day. make your lives extraordinary.”