When I’m 64

When I’m Sixty-Four

By Trace

64 is a number of considerable significance.   It is:

– the maximum number of strokes in a Chinese character

– the number of hexagrams in the I-Ching

– the number of sexual positions in the Kama-Sutra

– the number of demons in the Dictionnaire Infernal

How does one know when one’s youth is spent?

64 seems to be an appropriate age.   That’s when one’s body starts to fall apart and memory begins to fail.   But I also hear that things improve with age – like wines and certain kinds of furniture.   If that is so, I’m reaching magnificence.   With magnificent wrinkles and magnificent grey hair.

Have you ever wondered what David will look like when he reaches the ripe old age of 64?   In your wildest dreams, will he look like this? –

Or maybe like this? –

No No No Your imagination has gone round the bend!

I bet your bottom dollar he will definitely look like this! –

Will David still be singing and writing music at 64?

Will you still love him and support his music?

– Will he be tottering onto the stage with the help of a walking stick?

And precariously moving his hips left and right through a performance on a wheelchair?   And, while doing so, occasionally dozing off because hey! it is way past his bedtime!   Will you still clap and cheer and be excited?

– Will he yell Eureka! and start to write a song and call it Crush – then suddenly be stricken with a sense of deja-vu.   Afterall, it was a long time ago in 2008 – now it is already the year 2054 and he has turned into a sweet old man of 64 with a poor memory!   Will you be kind and

understanding and gently tell him that he has done that song before?

– Will he forget his lyrics and spend ages searching for his water bottle on the stage?   Will you be patient and caringly show him the way?

– Will he wear a toupee and still turn you on?

– Will he look into the mirror and see his father’s face?  Gulp!

Hey I won’t be around anymore to witness all those future happenings of David when he reaches that age – so you youngsters had better send me some “spiritual e-mails” and update me.   LOL

Or I could defy natural phenomenon and turn into a lizard perching on the wall or a woodworm wriggling in the cracks of the floor.   (In which case, do you think David will keep a lizard or a woodworm as a pet?)

Another option would be for me to remember to keep breathing to ensure longevity.

Hmm..I really do want to see David growing into a suave Latino hottie still singing and writing beautiful music of which I know he is totally capable.

Trace