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Me I am a baby boomer.....

it is said that he composed that as a speech at his sons' wedding!!

Bob I am going to copy that and give it to my son :-)

From "Out of the woods, but not over the Hill," by Gervase Phinn


When I grow old, When I am old.



When I'm old and wrinkly, I shall not live alone
in a pensioner's flat or an old people's home.
Or take an apartment on some distant shore.
I'll move in with my son and my daughter-in-law.


I'll return all the joy my son gave to me
when he sat as a child on his dear mother's knee.
He will welcome me willingly into his home
when I'm old and wrinkly and all on my own..


I'll spill coffee on the carpet, leave marks on the wall
I'll stagger home drunk and be sick in the hall.
I'll sing really loudly and slam every door,
when I live with my son and my daughter-in-law.


I'll rise from my bed in the late afternoon,
throw sheets on the floor and mess up my room.
I'll play ear-splitting music well into the night,
go down for a snack and leave on every light.


I'll rest my old feet on the new leather chairs,
I'll drape dirty underwear all down the stairs.
I'll talk to my friends for hours on the phone,
when I live with my son in his lovely new home.


I'll come in from the garden with mud on my shoes,
flop on the settee for my afternoon snooze.
Expect that my tea will be ready by four,
when I live with my son and my daughter-in-law.


I'll leave all the dishes piled up in the sink,
and invite all my noisy friends round for a drink.
I'll grumble and mumble, I'll complain and I'll moan
when I'm old and I'm wrinkly and all on my own.


I'll watch television hour after hour,
I'll not flush the toilet or wash out the shower.
Oh! what bliss, what a future for me is in store,
when I move in with my son and daughter-in-law.

I know many of us are wartime street kids(growed up abit, of course)

but have a look at this site

http://www.wartimehousewife.com/