The Beatles
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 & 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.
Comments : Have loved this song for years - it is just too cute. Thought of posting this the instant Anita posted a poem about turning 30. Yes, have decided that the theme for this month is poems relating to age and ageing.
Zen
1 comment:
re age and ageing. i recommend being in denial by indulging in juvenile behaviour like binge drinking, wearing bad clothes, and ofcourse wella kolestint. apparently it is really good.
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