I was twenty-seven when Karl and I got married. As our recessional song for the wedding, we chose the Beatles song When I’m Sixty-Four. It was a light-hearted choice, thirty-seven years into the future was an eternity. Well, I turned sixty-four this past weekend, and it seems to me a good time to revisit and update the lyrics to that song with an eye on the past and the future. Feel free to hum along…
- Now that I’m older with some grey hair
- And many years have gone
- Karl, you’re still my sweet Valentine,
- Loving me through the laughs and whines.
- We can’t quite make it to a quarter to three
- Can’t stay up anymore
- Dance a little in the kitchen by ourselves
- Now I’m sixty-four
- Yes, you’re older, too
- After thirty six years of marriage
- I know I’ll stay with you!
- You are still handy with hammer and saw
- Building a new garage
- We still sit by the campfire side
- Then jump on the quads and go for a ride.
- Remodeling houses, landscaping and weeds
- I’ll write four books and more
- Seems you still need me, you cook for and feed me,
- Now that I’m sixty-four.
- Spent time in campers, boats, and at the sea
- And in the mountains with the deer,
- At times we’ve had to scrimp and save,
- Other we’ve had more than we deserve
- But we held on anyway.
- We’ve survived cancer, clots, hurricanes.
- Good times and bad galore,
- If I indicate precisely what I mean to say
- We’ve come to know that God’s paved our way
- Give me your answer, fill in a form
- Still mine forevermore?
- Karl, will you still need me, will you still feed me
- When I’m eighty-four?!
