By next fall, my wife and I will have an empty house and the chance to go out again like we did years ago.
Unfortunately, all of our old "dancing places" are now closed. I recall a great place for Sunday night dancing! It was great! It's also history!
We will have to find new ones!
Anyway, we are getting older.
In my case, I just hope that my wife puts up with me "When I'm 64".
Happy Valentine's Day to all of you, no matter how far away you are from '64"!
"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, 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
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me
will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?"
