Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Medicare

"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?
oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You'll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
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?
Whoo!"*

*Written by Paul McCartney
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Beatles

2 comments:

  1. I loved that song growing up...knew all the words.
    But 64 sounded about as likely as 204. Now it is less than four years away. Remarkable. But would you want to go back? Do things over differently?
    I think not.

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  2. Not suggesting I want to back; way to much pain back there. Just wondering outloud if I have a soft landing pad in 4 years, cause it looks like assumptions of our generation are being toyed with by the self absorbed maniacs who will not pass anything that directly impacts them or their buddies.

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