Will You Still Love Me, Will You Still Feed Me, When I’m Sixty-Four?

When the Beatles sang this song, who could even imagine turning 64?!
I never did.  And today, I am!  Ouch!  


Granted this is written from the young male perspective when 64 year olds must have seemed very old and sedentary, nevertheless this is my birthday poem for this year.  I am happy to say, the answer is YES!  

When I’m Sixty-four

When I get older losing my hair, (Still have lots left, along with my own teeth, yeah!)
Many years from now, (That's today!  How did I get so old?)
Will you still be sending me a valentine (My sweetie does.)
Birthday greetings bottle of wine? (ecards and Chardonnay, Shiraz, Merlot)

If I’d been out till quarter to three (Or on watch, throughout the night)
Would you lock the door, (Hatch maybe closed to keep the water out of the boat, but never you)
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, (I hope so!)
When I’m sixty-four? (Yipes! Still can't figure out how that happened.)


You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah) (Sadly, that's the way it works.)
And if you say the word, (43 years worth of yes from my sweetheart)
I could stay with you. (Yes and sail the world)
I could be handy mending a fuse (And everything else that goes haywire on a boat)
When your lights have gone. (Literally or figuratively?)
You can knit a sweater by the fireside (Ha! Steer the boat through stormy seas, more likely)
Sunday mornings go for a ride. (In our patchwork dinghy)
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, (Not a chance! Maybe diving on a coral garden.)
Who could ask for more? (We certainly can't)
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, (yes, yes)
When I’m sixty-four? (Yikes!!, how about 104?)

Every summer we can rent a cottage (How about a mooring buoy in South Pacific?)
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear (Whitsunday Islands are pretty dear)
We shall scrimp and save (That's why we live and travel on a boat)
Grandchildren on your knee (Not yet, we're surrogates for lots of cruisers children and grand pets)
Vera, Chuck, and Dave (More like Misty (dog), Balou (cat), and Noodles (dog))

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Will you still need me, will you still feed me, (not on a feeding tube yet)
When I’m sixty-four? (The answer is YES!  Yeah! Yeah!)
Whoo! (Hoo! - It's been grand!)

All is well with the 2 Sail R's on S/V Worrall Wind