Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be. --Rober Browning

Grow old along with me! 
 The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in His hand 
 Who saith "A whole I planned, 
 Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!''
” Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed "Which rose make ours,
 Which lily leave and then as best recall?"
 Not that, admiring stars, 
 It yearned "Nor Jove, nor Mars;
 Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!"