From Rabbi Ben Ezra

Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The least 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!"
     Robert Browning

Fate

Two shall be born the whole wide world apart
And speak in different tongues and have no thought
Each of the other's being, and no heed;
And these, o'er unknown seas to unknown lands
 Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death;
And all unconsciously shape each act
 And bend each wandering step to this one end -
That one day out of darkness they shall meet
And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.

And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that should one turn 
Ever so little space left or right
They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face,
And yet, with wistful eyes that never meet,
With groping hands that never clasp, and lips
Calling in vain to ears that never hear,
They seek each other all their weary days
And die unsatisfied - and this is Fate! 

          Susan Marr Spalding