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 bo older too-Ah_

And then there's; Age ain't nothing but a number, and like a rare wine, you don't get older, you just get better!

Happy day Gnu!
Rustic