I'm finally here. This is my stop.

Today I am 64 and I'm waiting for Sgt Pepper

I'm waiting for Paul.

I'm ready to claim my prize.

I'm waiting for Vera, Chuck and Dave.

Waiting for someone to mend my fuse,

Dig my weeds, knit me a sweater,

Take me to the Isle of Wight (if it's not too dear)

I waiting for the other one,

The one who will be older too.

The one who will need me and feed me

The one who will send me birthday greetings

And a bottle of wine.

This is my stop. So please,

Drop me a line and please,

Indicate precisely what you mean to say.

Yours sincerely, wasting away.