Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me

Will You Still Need Me, Will You Still Feed Me

I could be handy, mending a fuse
when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
stating point of view
indicate precisely what you mean to say
yours sincerely, wasting away
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
when I’m sixty-four.

I found this Polaroid at Goodwill last night and i am in love with this couple and everything their expressions say about the endurance of love into old age.

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