When I'm 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

Will you still need me, will you still feed me

When I'm 64

I remember that ancient song from way back when, and now I'm ancient. I was a kid in grammar school, and 64 seemed like a million years away. I wasn't even sure I knew anyone who was 64...I had to think about my great-grandparents and beyond. I clearly remember that, although I've heard the song a million times, and I can look back now and connect strongly with that old memory. Being 64 didn't seem possible. I reckon it is.