When I'm 64

When I get older, losing my hair, 

Many (nanoseconds) from now. 

Will you still be sending me a valentine, 

Birthday greeting, bottle of wine. 

If I've been out till quarter to three, 

Would you lock the door?

Will you still need me, 

Will you still feed me, 

When I'm 64.

..........

Sorry for this little indulgence but it only happens once in a lifetime. 

And my friend Marsha Silverman, who makes the most wonderful porcelain pots, is 65 today.