Poem by Margaret C Gibbons sent in by Mags Married Young ... They told us we had missed so much of youth The laughter and the fun The sipping, one by one Of all the flowers life offered to the free; And we should see, They said, all this as we grew old... How could they guess the truth, For if, with stealthy hand and cold Life take our present joy away, Have we not had the glory of the day Who saw, together, It's bright morning break.