Now I'm Sixty-Four

Now that I'm older, hairs on my chin, wrinkles on my brow,
Will you say I need a face lift right away, and hearing aids, like, YESTERDAY?
Now that my hair is silvery gray, my eyesight sorta poor,
Will you berate me, or will you hate me, since I'm sixty-four?

You are older, tooooooooo!
And, if you say things wrong,  you won't like what I do.

Will you suggest I wear ortho shoes or carry a cane?
Dye my hair and get new teeth and join a gym, get my waistline dandy and slim?
Jog every day and get a boob job, and never ever snore?
Will you berate me, or will you hate me, since I'm sixty-four?

Every summer I could rent a condo
On the Big Island, where there's all that sun.
Or go to Pareeeeeeeeee!
Florida, Japan, and Spain, all are calling me.

Is a makeover just what I need?  Eyebrows plucked and neat?
Special classes just for me in pilates, new hips and of course, new knees?
If those are your thoughts and wishes for me, there is the front door...
I could be much older, and oh so much colder, instead of sixty-four!