Having Arrived, Here I Would Want to Be

If I reach the old age,
I will set aside hours to tinker,
tapping my cane on the staircase,
I'd rather test the sound of the supports,
then look to my own.

Reaching that state where I dream when I wake,
and stir my sheets when I sleep,
I will smile faintly and read from a distance,
squinting when thinking takes time,
if it doesn't ring in my mind, it must not be true.