Earworm 64

Today would have been my husband’s birthday. When he was 42 I bought him a copy of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy and highlighted the answer to the meaning of life the universe and everything. He didn’t really appreciate it.

He was much more interested in pop music, so with apologies to Lennon and McCartney, here’s a little ditty composed for another special birthday that we haven’t celebrated. Maybe he is chuckling about it somewhere.

Happy birthday Andrew!

You never got older, your hair was receding

Many years ago

You didn’t believe in St Valentines

Preferred full fat coke to a bottle of wine

I foolishly waited until you got home

And let you lock the door

I did still need you,

but you never reached

The age of sixty-four.

I’m older today,

and maybe wiser too

Because you couldn’t stay,

You were handy mending a fuse

Changing lightbulbs too.

Phoning the insurance company each year

Checking premiums were not too dear.

Cutting the grass and sweeping the leaves

A joy and not a chore

I did still need you,

but you never reached

The age of sixty-four.

Every summer we would argue

as you didn’t want to go on holiday

You liked to stay at home – a day trip or three

Now I travel where I want, Malta, Italy!

I’d send a postcard, you have no address

So, what’s the point of that?

Life has moved on and I’m doing OK

Yours forever, living each day

Without you I manage, what else can I do?

Resilient to the core

I did still need you,

but you never reached

The age of sixty-four.