When I'm Sixty sodding Four

(Apologies to the Beatles, but it was absolutely the worst song on an otherwise very fine album, Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)

When I get older, still got my hair
Just one day from now
You’d better still be sending me a valentine
Birthday ‘special’, after the wine
If I'd been out and can't hold my wee
Would you mop the floor?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too
And now John Martyn’s gone
You are stuck with me

I could be handy, mending a fuse
If my hip holds out
You play iPad Patience by the fireside
Sunday mornings maybe a ride
Doing the garden, growing the weed
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
Sod the effing wills
We shall spend it all!
Grandchildren on your knee
Oscar and Franklin

Send me a selfie, do me a line
Just don’t follow through
No need for hair dye or a ginge toupee
Disgracefully wasting away
Give me your lasting power of attorney
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four?
Yo!

(7 August 2015)