SIXTY-NINE

When I am sixty-nine

Will you say I am yours?

And you are mine

As the days pass to seventy

Will you love me in plenty?

And make love more gently

As the nights come down

A year passes to seventy-one

Will you marry me again?

As you did at twenty-one

At seventy-two will you make it true?

My one last wish to die in my home

Oh. I hope you know my home

Or should I say? It is your arms

***Inspired by the Beatles Song, WHEN I AM SIXTY-FOUR