NOW I’M SIXTY-FIVE

Now that I’m older, lost all my hair, wondering what to do.
Should I keep on working in the same old way?
Go part time? Or call it a day?

Money’s no problem, whatever comes in; it’s all spent by the wife.
So do I keep scheming? Or am I just dreaming,
Now I’m sixty-five.

What are my options? How do I choose, when all’s said and done?
A lie-in every morning seems a good idea,
And tea in bed? The wife says “No fear!”

Reading the papers, watching TV, I’d like an easy life.
But am I just dreaming, or do I keep scheming,
Now I’m sixty-five.

If I gave up working I just know there’d be no shirking
With the jobs I’d have to do.
Housework isn’t quite my scene.
Washing, ironing and cleaning loos,
I find it all obscene!

Here’s the solution, a small compromise - just work now and then.
We can keep on going as we did before,
I roll it in… the wife then spends more.

Why am I worried? There’s no need at all. I’m happy with my life.
I’m done with the scheming, positively beaming,
Now I’m sixty-five.