Author Topic: Cover me

Cover me
« on: June 18, 2022 »
When I'm Sixty-Four

When I get older losing my hair
Many years from now
I will make a study of gravity
If it falls down, it just might be me
Bouncing my melon of off the ground
Will you stop and see
If I'm still lucid, if I can count
Over sixty-three?

You'll be older too
And if you still can post
I could reply to you

It should be dandy, riding around
Helmet hair or not
You can knit a jersey that will match my lid
Wait 'til my birthday, 'til then keep it hid
We could play marbles, in our spare time
It needn't be a bore
Will you still need me, will you still heed me
When I'm sixty-four?