As young as I look,
I am growing older faster than he,
seven to one
is the ratio they tend to say.
Whatever the number,
I will pass him one day
and take the lead
the way I do on our walks in the woods.
And if this ever manages
to cross his mind,
it would be the sweetest
shadow I have ever cast on snow or grass.
Clod & Pebble 
I love this poem. I read it quite often, and it always inspires me.
I think about this often as my old friend ages. Thank you for sharing.