When I Am Fresh And When I Am Timeworn Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

Now that I am young; bones still strong and limbs agile,
I will think of one thing; my future.
An egg in incubation process:
Warming in the incubator of creation;
The creator's work in progress
An eternal marvel in state of process

In him I trust:
Only Him holds my future in His caring hands.
He is the pilots of my life: Where He goes I go.
His presence so much, I desire,
His caring hands, I cherish,
His loving Heart I am warmed to
So that when I am old and my bones wearied;
He, to me, cares, He gives.
Oh when my limbs are stiffed and limped
On His broad shoulder I'll ride.