In 10 years where will I be
Will I have bought the farm
In 9 by then will the good Lord I see
As I have moved along
In 8 will I have reached the pearly gates
And made myself at home
Maybe 7 is the number for me
When I'll be as good as gone
At 6 will I lose all bets
And seal the deal, I'm done
Or will it be 5 I'm no longer alive
Having made a valiant run
Maybe 4 will have me at deaths door
Saying my goodbyes to everyone
Or will 3 be it for me
Losing out on my last turn
Or 2 who knew the last candle I blew
Would no longer burn
Then again maybe 1 saying I've had my fun
That's it I quit I'm done
Death doesn't scare me, of course I've never stared it in the face but at 67 (WHAT HAPPENED!!!) I wonder how many years I have left before I bow out, hopefully gracefully