Pondering the age of Sixty Four
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The love front remains static and on my own terms. I gave up the pursuit of companionship some 15 years back and I have to say that it hasn't really impacted anything inasmuch as my amorous pursuits remain as they were and I continue to find them satisfactory.
Early on I really did see myself as a grandfather at this stage of the game but I've given up on all that too; barring the appearance of some unbeknownst baby mama like the many potential candidates of which I am familiar.
All-in-all I'm fine with the notion of being single and knowing where I am in the big scheme of things.
Still, there's this part of me which ponders the 'what ifs' and the 'if onlys' as though they really might make a difference.
Likely, they won't.
When I'm 64
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 till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four
John Lennon and Paul Mccartney
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