When I’m 65

A well know tune, and a well known song, or not precisely that song by the Beatles, but something quite close to it, as I celebrated a recent birthday. Nice to write something light-hearted for a change too! Occasioned by receding hair, and having recently had a tooth extraction!

When I’m 65

Now that I’m older, lost most of my hair
Mostly grey hairs left
Will you be thinking that is a sign
Birthday greetings, age by design

If I’d been out to afternoon tea
Do you think I’d come alive
When my teeth leave me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-five

I could be handy, singing the blues
When my sight has gone
A cosy old armchair by the fireside
Sunday mornings, aching backside
Doing the garden, digging the weeds
Who says I just skive?
When my teeth leave me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-five

Send me an email, and drop me a text
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Growing older, wasting away
Memory fading, that’s the new norm
In bed I will snore
When my teeth leave me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-five