May it be

 Maybe I'll paint a picture one day.

With real oils.

I'll brew wine in my cellar.

Maybe I'll step into my own garden and pick up herbs I've grown.

Maybe, just maybe, I won't be too old.

Maybe I'll remember to enjoy it and not be all alone. 

Maybe there will be shimmer and sunlight and bird songs.

Maybe I'll be by a river or sea.

Maybe not afraid, not worried or hasty.