Who will we be
In the next ten years?
Will our home be the same?
Will our tastebuds falter,
Changing with twists we
Never saw coming?
Will we recognize who we see
When we brush our teeth
Or comb our hair?
What about new glasses?
Will colors look old or new?
I hope the breeze will at least
Feel the same
As well as the embrace we
Fall into with each other
Every day.