Back in 1967, when I was eighteen, I loved the Beatles song "When I'm 64." Some of the lyrics:
When I get older, losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you be sending me a Valentine,
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating your point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
Yours sincerely, wasting way.
Give me your answer, fill in a form,
Mine for evermore.
Will you still feed me,
Will you still need me,
When I'm 64?
1 comment:
Gosh, can't believe we've actually gotten there.
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