Author Josephine Preston Peabody The wisest finding that I have Is very young, no doubt.Yet many a man must needs grow old Before he finds it out.How happily it comes about— And I was never told!—That we must all be young awhile, Before we can be old. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments