I certainly never imagined what it would be like to be 64 when I was 24 but the Beatles did.
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
Now that I am 64, I still have lots of questions.