Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Youth may have abandon me,

But wisdom took her place.

I’m becoming quiet,

Discerning the noise over relevant.

My gray hairs would speak

That I am wiser than ever before.

In moving, such as walking,

I maybe slower;

But please,

Drop the suffixes,

Because I am not competing with anyone.

I am grateful that I had my time and

I have enjoyed most of it.

Thank you, yesteryears!