Saturday, March 2, 2013

Will you still feed me?

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?

Well ... I reached THAT age yesterday.

I remember when I first heard the song, I thought no way I'll live that long! Sixty-four seemed ancient. Just to be sure, I checked the newspaper today and didn't find me listed in the obits.

Last week I heard that 70 is the new 30 ... not sure who makes those predictions but I'll buy it. Centuries ago, apparently people died of stuff like colds or hangnails or acne and there were no doctors. Health carte reform meant inventing soap.




So, that said,  I must be about 25. That's just the way I feel and look  ... 25 ...  (in dog years).

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