In the shadow of Everest, where the giants sleep, John turned seventy-five, his convictions deep. A lover of trails where the winds freely roam, Each step on those paths felt just like home. In youthful laughter on the basketball court, He dribbled wisdom, a lifelong support. His mentees grew wings, they soared and they flew, Yet his heart stayed open, like skies wide and blue. The Raptors roar, and in John's eyes, a gleam, In pixels or courtside, he dreams every dream. A seeker of moments that echo each game, Through wins and losses, his spirit aflame. On Georgian Bay, where the world finds its pause, In silence, he’d ponder nature's grand laws. Once a treasure hunt king with young eyes so bright, Now fireside tales fill the moonlit night. Between whispering pines and waves' gentle hush, A simpler rhythm with time's careful brush Fellow cottagers cherish his laughter, his lore, A life full of journeys yet longing for more.