When I’m 64
“will you still need me,will you still feed me,when I’m 64” The Beatles
tomorrow that song will have a new meaning,lucky for me after all these years I have someone who needs me and feeds me. Feeds me with comfort, care and love,which is what I need now and probably always have needed. Back when Sgt.Pepper came out, I was relating to “she’s leaving home” because I was 18 and preparing to. Mom and Dad didn’t know about it though, a self centered and depressed child only left a letter, quoting Kahlil Gibran’s poem on Children.I am sorry for that, as a parent now I realize how devastating that must have been for them. A crazy time for many of my generation.That eventful summer of ’68 became the first time I nearly died. The next time was 10 years later when I was a passenger in a VW that hit another car head- on going at least 60 mph. I don’t remember all those details since I was sleeping and my best friend was driving,(good thing) I lived to tell the story and have scars to prove it.
I probably should have died many more times, if it was “my time” since I am a firm believer in fate . Living and working where alcohol and drugs were very tempting and always available. Looking back now I realize those chances i took were so foolish. Was it the death wish i had had since childhood taunting me,or was I tempting fate.
Dear Fate chose that I lived,skirting past my own tragedy. Surviving,embracing and enjoying life. Tomorrow I will be 64, unless I die in my sleep and fate has the last laugh. Either way I will be grateful to have lived and in retrospect can appreciate what at 18 I feared.