Sunday, October 12, 2014

When I'm Sixty-Four


Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

 
Here, on this occasion of my 64th birthday, I reflect upon my life and what has come before and think: do the lyrics apply to me? This song written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney was released in 1967 on the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album.  I was only 17 years old and not yet graduated from high school. It meant something to me then but it means something completely different now. Those words, written when John and Paul were still in their 20’s, viewed life in one’s 60’s as a time when life slowed down to a crawl and was insecure.
Now that I’ve attained the experience of actually becoming 64 I can tell you from my viewpoint that being 64 is anything but. A crawl or insecure, that is.  Many of you know exactly what I mean. I’m still quite alive and kicking and then some! Yes, let’s put an exclamation point on it! Things could never be better. Really. Oh, to be sure, I’m not rollin’ in dough but, ya wanna know the truth? Honestly? I feel more than rich. I have a beautiful life with a person who loves and adores me and who I love and adore. We have fun every day and when things get rough we band together and get over, around or through whatever’s buggin’ us! We treat ourselves to adventures and whatever we can pick off the banquet table of life.
Being 64 means I have gained perspective on stuff. Stuff doesn’t bother me like it once did. I have a pretty decent level of confidence. If people annoy me or try to do me dirt I’m not shy about speaking up. I don’t expect too much but I don’t settle either. I think I finally know myself and I’m happy with what I know.
It’s not been an easy life but, frankly, it hasn’t been hard. I compare my life to stories of other lives I’ve heard of or seen. Some lives have been a helluva lot harder than mine. Still there’s been times when I didn’t think I would make it - but I did - and usually with the support of my very good friends and I mean that in the strictest of sense. My friends are very good.
Someday when it comes time to shed this mortal coil, kick off and croak the final croak I think I’ll have a few regrets but not major ones. This is because where I’ve made some colossal mistakes I’ve also made some radical corrections to the navigational error. I’ve never stopped trying. I’m proud of myself for that. Personally, I think that’s all a person can do, really, and it is the best we, as humans, can do. In the final analysis. There has to be no measuring stick except for one’s own and if I don’t measure up to another’s idea of success, well, that’s too bad for them and I’m sorry. The point is by trying, by fighting the good fight, I measure up, in the final analysis, to my own idea of success. I’m not ever going to be a big famous something and change the course of the world but I’m contributing as much peace, love and steadfastness that I can and that’s good. I make the distinction. It’s more than just good enough. It’s just plain good with a capital G.


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 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?

You'll be older too
Ah, and if you say the word, I could stay with you

I could be handy, mending a fuse when your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, Sunday mornings, go for a ride
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, 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 if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Ah, grandchildren on your knee, Vera, Chuck and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say, yours sincerely wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form, mine forever more
Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'm sixty-four?


7 comments:

  1. I am glad to have met you and happy to know you Renee. May our roads of happy destiny cross again soon

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  2. Yes, we do get a lot wiser and a lot more forgiving too. Light and love, Suz

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  3. That's right! You GO 64-year-old GURL!

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