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 morning 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 & 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.
-Beatles
So this month. I turned 22. With my twin sister. Odd how birthdays don't seem fun anymore. Like when we were kids. Now that we have responsibility. FUN... is harder to get by.
I've been thinking of new ideas for some paintings. But since school started. It's a little hard to balance out. Work, School, Studying, Art, and a social life.
I'm saving $$$$ so I can move out. And I'm hoping to get as many paintings done before the Art walk. So I can atleast... "TRY" to sell some pieces... But I find that difficult. Since I get attached to them.
But we'll see...
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