Thursday, October 07, 2010

Warning

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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 


--- Jenny Joseph ---

6 comments:

Kraxpelax said...

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shines
on a cat

Meow

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Ian said...

sad

Claudia said...

Thank you, Peter.

Ian, I'll have to ditch black sooner or later, might as well be for purple and red. I actually find the poem endearing.

rauf said...

some desperately try to cling on to youth Claudia. Its heart breaking for them. Its painful to see people don't accept growing old gracefully.

Claudia said...

Painfully sad. Sometimes I think botox, cosmetic surgery and hair dying should be banned. It's not only about not knowing how to grow old gracefully, it's also about not knowing how to accept who you are, at any age.

MonetPaisley said...

I love this poem, it always makes me smile :-)