Saturday, January 25, 2014
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?
This song came out when I was eighteen, and sixty four was an unimaginable distance away -- I mean old! Well, today I quietly turned 64. Funny, I don't feel old. I just feel like me. My life has turned out nothing like I imagined when I was eighteen. Parts of it were hard. Parts of it were lonely. Often I surprised myself with what I accomplished. Sometimes I disappointed myself.
Some people have one great love in their lives; I've been privileged to have two, very different loves. Each has helped me grow.
Life is good.