Now that I’m older, lost all my hair
All those years ago,
While you write me birthday cards and valentines,
Don’t you tire of dropping me lines?
Flattering me that I’ll be your guy
At least for one year more,
Hope we survive it, to sixty-five it,
Now I’m sixty-four.
In a month you’re here.
And if you think it through,
There’s not much to fear.
I have been handy, cementing front steps,
Tearing out the sod,
watering the evergreens, the boulevard,
making ours a bee-friendly yard.
Biking to market, farmers to back
Who grow organically,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
No longer sixty-three.
Anniversaries we hike the northland
From the cabin by the lake—that’s Superior.
The future who can tell?
Grand-daughter by your side
Pela Moon-Casselle.
Doing the rhumba, follow my lead,
All else, otherwise.
Curse the drivers on the road, those idiots.
My wants and needs I’ll try vocalize.
Your health care agent, I, you be mine
Mine for evermore.
I will still want thee, I will you still need thee.
Now I'm sixty-four.
