The Ai generated picture above bares no resemblance to me! I have brown eyes and no wrinkles, (well, not that many)!

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Ten Years On — Still Full of Beans

At 83, where might I be?

Still chasing squirrels up a tree?

Or waxing wise on frosty days,

While slipping on the driveway glaze?

With Julia near (my guiding light),

Still telling me when I’m not right—

We’ll toast our love (five decades on!),

While arguing about the tap on.

Spring will bloom and I’ll declare,

“The blossoms smell just like my hair!”

Come summer, shirt off, chest held proud—

The neighbours sigh… I draw a crowd.

In autumn’s gold, I’ll rake a bit,

Then fall asleep mid-leafy sit.

And winter? Oh, I’ll cheer the frost—

Till I forget where my gloves got lost.

My beard is grey (what’s left up top),

But I’ll still do my tap-dance bop.

And if I snore through half the day—

I’ll say I’m “meditating in a deep old way.”

The kettle’s whistling out a tune,

The fire’s crackling—what a boon!

If I’ve got tea, a joke, and her,

Then mate, life’s good—I won’t demur.

So where I’ll be in ten years’ span?

Still just a mischief-making man—

With seasons loved and mischief spun,

And Julia saying, “Oh lord, he’s done…”

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