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Friday, June 29, 2012

When I am an old woman... I will wear a purple dress


With a red SWEATER which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And BLUE FLOWERED 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
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.



3 comments:

  1. Ha ha- that's awesome. That could be a song.
    I work with older people... They do that!
    You look good in purple.

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  2. Pretty outfit! Nice neckline, great shoes. Lookin' stylish, friend.

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  3. You should probably credit the writer of that poem...just sayin' (as a writer, I would want that). http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warning/

    You look great, Freeda! Nice to see you.

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