The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Even the Beatles are passé now
And memory of Sinatra fades
On flower power they’ve pulled the shades...
Why should one so good and fair
From the world’s store find delight
With a sixty-year-old man?...
