On Growing Old Poem by Clarence A. Graham, Jr.

When one is young, growing old is not on one's mind
You are always looking forward to a great find

You work and slave and sometimes you win
But, then again you get lost in the din

When mid-life comes, you will probably have a family to watch over
But, then your joy is complete when you see their clover

When you reach your 80's, you will say to yourself, 'H ow did
I do all this? '
Well, this all started with a kiss

March 11,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.