Back in 1967, when I was twenty years old, the Beatles released a whimsical song—“When I’m Sixty Four.” I remember thinking the song had an old fashioned sound to it--not Rock 'n Roll at all. I definitely could not imagine being that age myself. How could anybody live to be so old?
Well . . . here I am, sixty-four, and I’m not old at all (at least in my eyes). I also still think the Beatles’ song is fun.
So to anyone else who’s sixty-four, about to be sixty-four, or has already passed her sixty-fourth birthday, here’s a song for us all:
PS: I guess I’m lucky because my husband still needs me and still feeds me!