LXIV

I’ve borrowed this song for my birthday today from The Beatles.

Now that we’re older, all our hair grey,
Aging day by day.
Will you still be buying me my chocolate dark,
Wine in bottles closed with a cork?
If I stay out ‘til quarter to three
Will you lock the door?
Do you still need me, will you still feed me
Now that we’re sixty-four?

You’ve grown older too
And if you say the word
I’ll still stay with you

You may not be handy, mending a fuse
When our lights have gone
I won’t knit a sweater by the fireside
But off to Sharon we’ll go for a ride
Calling the gardener to dig up the weeds
Who could ask for more?
Do you still need me, will you still feed me
Now that we’re sixty-four?

Every winter we can rent a villa near the beach on St. John
If the airfare’s low.
We shall scrimp and save.
Grandchildren on our knees
J, E, G, M, J

Send me an e-mail, or maybe a text,

Stating point of view.

Indicate precisely what you mean to say,

Yours sincerely, wasting away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form,

Mine forever more.

Do you still need me, will you still feed me,

Now that we're sixty-four?

Here is a picture of ½ of my birthday present.

Have a wonderful week!

Love,

Rebecca