Friday, 19 January 2018

When I'm sixty four



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?

Ev'ry summer we can rent a cottage on the Isle of Wight
if it's not too dear. We will scrimp and save
(We will need to save, I fear).
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; yours forever more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty four?



New words and expressions

Mending
Fuse
Digging the weeds
Scrimp and save

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