An Ode to 64

Paul McCartney wrote “When I’m Sixty Four” when he was 16 years old. How did he know?

At age 63 and 364 days, I sang his song to Darcie.

Will you still need me, will you still feed me…?

“Yes,” she answered. It’s reassuring. When you’re almost 64, you do worry about this stuff. It’s just a year from Medicare age, right?

You’ll be older too…

We’re all time travelers – it’s just a question of how far we get. My father died at age 63, and my brother was crippled by a stroke at 63. So getting to 64 is something to celebrate in my family.

I can be handy mending a fuse, when your lights have gone…

We’re not exactly useless, after all. In fact, some of us still feel like we’re actually about 29, and can do even more than mend fuses. Take Sir Paul himself…rocking the world at a ripe old age. When he was 16, I don’t suppose he dreamed he’d be doing that.

One thing hasn’t changed. Young McCartney wrote the song because he hoped to write a Broadway musical. His band wanted nothing to do with the song, until they finally relented and sang it as a Lonely Hearts Club Band. Now, it’s a song that I could never get my band to play, because it’s too cute, and stodgy, and…it hits a little bit too close to home.

Give me your answer, fill in a form…mine forever more…will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?

Even now, the Beatles are providing the soundtrack for our lives.

When I'm 64

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