I remember hearing ‘When I’m 64′ when it was new and I was 21 – hearing it too many times for my liking – and thinking with the callow scorn of youth that it was well nigh unimaginable ever to reach that aeons-distant point – or, therefore, to be asking that comically plaintive double-question “Will you still need me, will you still feed me…?” (comical almost on a par with Bob’s “Georgia Sam he had a bloody nose / Welfare Department wouldn’t give him no clothes”).
But now, well… I find I’ve arrived. And the question no longer seems so funny. Lawdy. (Luckily, Sarah says her answer is “yes”.)
Taken from this post:
WHEN I’M 64 . . .
