'What is the glory of age?' I said, <br /> 'A hoard of gold and a few dear friends? <br /> When you've reached the day that you look ahead <br /> And see the place where your journey ends, <br /> When Time has robbed you of youthful might- <br /> What is the secret of your delight?' <br /> <br /> And an old man smiled as he answered me: <br /> 'The glory of age isn't gold or friends, <br /> When we've reached the valley of Soon-To-Be <br /> And note the place where our journey ends; <br /> The glory of age, be it understood, <br /> Is a boy out there who is making good. <br /> <br /> 'The greatest joy that can come to man <br /> When his sight is dim and his hair is gray; <br /> The greatest glory that God can plan <br /> To cheer the lives of the old to-day, <br /> When they share no more in the battle yell, <br /> Is a boy out there who is doing well.'<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glory-of-age/
