Well today I am Sixty-Four.
I am doing the Garden,
Digging the Weeds.
I live on this superb little blueworld of seas and land.
Like one of the little pigs I live in this stout practical Red Brick.
As a present our daughter Allison is bringing over our two grandchildren so we can go over to DairyQueento get sticky wet with sweet treats.
I’ll put off that stupid election “Campaign of One” for a day of childish splendor.
We will blow up balloons and create a loveable day.
When I'm Sixty-Four
Lennon/McCartney
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.
Gollum is learning the meaning of ....
badaba
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