When I get older losing my hair …

A thousand years ago, I heard this Beatles song for the first time. I liked the beat and the lyrics. I listened to it again last week and it was as if I were hearing it for the first time.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine.
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

singing childrenDidn’t 64 sound so old in the 1960’s? And now, the baby boomer generation is in this time frame and it’s not old. It’s us – you and him and her and me. Our parents were 64 – old, stuck in their ways, settled? Not us. Certainly not us.

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?

Do my kids consider me old?  I wonder what they think when they hear this song?

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?

Didn’t it seem so far fetched when you first heard it? 64 was a million years off.
Wasn’t it?

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