I had my time in the sun, believe me. Long ago, when I was heir to the throne and a good deal more muscular, I had to beat the women off me with a stick. Now don't laugh. I'm serious. Old Uncle Iroh was once a pretty fine piece of work.
The years have been kind to me, I suppose. Despite the graying hair, the loss of the throne to my brother, and my ample girth, I've lead a good life. Old age, believe me, is a good and pleasant thing. It is true you are gently shouldered off the stage, but then you are given such a comfortable front stall as spectator.
For instance, I can see past my young nephew's insults and blunders to see his true feelings for the young girl we travel with. And, by the way her eyes flicker towards him, I know that little Katara feels the same way. Young love… so wonderful to be in, but even better to observe from afar.
Being in the front stall as a spectator is quite lucrative as well. Sokka and I have had a standing bet for some time now over the pair's feelings for each other. Being as how I just witnessed them kissing out of the corner of my eye, I'd say that the young man owes me three gold pieces. And a foot rub.
Yes, old age is certainly quite a comfortable time.
To apologize for the horrible writing of the drabble entitled Ozai, I've decided to make it up to all of you by writing several more comprehensible drabbles. Enjoy!