I wrote this song, inspired by what you said:
When I get older losing my hair
Many a year from now
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine
If I'd been out till quarter to five
Would you lock the back door
Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm eighty-four
You'll be older too
And if you say the word
I could stay with you
There's more, but so you get an idea.