Warning...
Despite it's rather ominous title, this is a delightful poem, written in 1961 by Jenny Joseph.....another of my favourites!
WARNING
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 sandals, 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 the flowers in other people's gardens . . .
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.
'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl,
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe...
HAH! That poem just described me but I started wearing red and not purple!
I spent a lifetime wearing green. Now I like red and I do crazy things, but I figure it's good practice so people aren't too shocked when I go completely over the bend.
Yep, delightful poem, and the way I like to live my life!
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