will you still need me
give your answer, say the word
mine for evermore?
To the love of my life on her Birthday – turning a certain unmentioned number.
Here are the lyrics of the song written just for her but not by me.
I adapted the Haiku from the words though.
So this is, I guess, a collaboration between me and a 14 year Paul McCartney.
At least that Sir Paul wrote this when he was 14 and that it was the 2nd song he ever wrote is what Wikipedia says.
Kind of appropriate when you think that I was 14 and my not-yet-then-wife was 16 when we happened to meet at the beach one summer.
We grew up together at church, but that summer was the first time I saw her in a swimsuit.
She looked very good.
It was a really nice swimsuit.
She made that swimsuit look really good.
I remembered it the rest of my life.
She forgot about it in the next minute.
She walked away.
I watched and walked into a wall.
Sauvé.
It took me about 9 years to get up the nerve to ask her out.
It took her all of another minute to say nope.
It took another 5 years after that to regroup and ask again.
This time she said yes and we went out together with my mother.
Well, see, we had tickets to the same event that my mom and some of her friends had tickets to so it wasn’t like she went out with us, but she was there.
The story goes that they could see us from where they were sitting and at one point, my Mom’s friend leaned over to her and said, ‘They seem to be speaking together quite animatedly.”
I think I should mention that this friend had a Ph.d in English and taught at GRCC so more than likely she did indeed use the word, “animatedly.”
I know that my wife doesn’t like birthday’s or at least she doesn’t like her birthday or at least she doesn’t like recognizing that it has been another year.
But I like birthday’s.
I like that it is her birthday.
I don’t like the fact that on the morning of her birthday, when I was letting her sleep in, one of our neighbors, who rides a harley, had to get up at 7AM to go for a ride and also had to make sure that his on board radio, the one that plays loud enough to be heard over a harley, was operating correctly by playing the Go-Go’s.
But I digress.
And I know that in the song, it is the singer is the one who is 64 so I guess that means I get to use this again.
ANYWAY …
Love You and Happy Birthday.
When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
You’ll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
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
Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck and Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I’m sixty-four
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