A friend of mine reached a certain age and I wrote this.Tune: When I'm 64 by Beatles
When I get older, struggling up hills,Many years from now.Will you let me come with you bushwalking?I can cope, no breath for talking.If I'm in a blizzard, cold as can be,Will you hold Schlink door?Please don't forsake me, will you still take me,When I'm 44?
You'll be older too,And if you don't go fast,I could walk with you.
I could be handy, mowing the lawn,Working after dawn.I could go with you to the Gardens of Stone,Sunday walking, then we go home.
Fixing the lighting, painting the walls,Who could ask for more?Please don't forsake me, will you still take me,When I'm 44.
Every summer we could walk in the Tassie Wilderness,If it's not too steep.We shall plod along.Down to Windy Ridge Hut, Not too hard for song.
Send me an email, send me a text,Saying what to do.Give me an itinerary, holiday,I'm at the laptop typing away.I want to come with you, I can keep up,Yours forever more.Please don't forsake me, will you still take me,When I'm 44?Ho!
Bushwalk
