When I’m 64 – To no-one in particular
(on eve of 64th birthday)
When I get older, losing my hair
Just a few hours from now
Will you still be sending me a hug or two
Birthday greetings, coffee to brew?
If I’m not in touch for a week or three
Would you ask for more
Will you still look for me, send a book to me
When I’m sixty four?
Making my doodles, pottering around
Who could ask for more
Will you still treat me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty four?
Every season we can go birding
In whichever place we like
And if our legs can take the weight
Every other season we can go on a hike
So, send me an email, drop me a rap
A quick response, but not a whatsapp
Since I’ll still be a dumb-phone bore
When I’m sixty four
Ashish
