When I get older, losing my hair,
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine?
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out til quarter til 3
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me? Will you still feed me?
When I'm 64?
Ok...so today is my 63rd birthday and I can't get over
the fact that when this Beatles song came out in 1967
I thought that being 64 would find me in a rocking
chair with white hair and arthritus. Ok... so I was close.
But as I enter my 64th year I got to spend
a little time with 2 of my 3 kids having
a real conversation, getting some insights
into their lives and sharing a laugh.
And yes...I think they'll still need me,
probably still feed me...when I'm 64.
(Been waiting 46 years to say that.)
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