A poem for you:

I heard this last night, on my way home. It’s just fabulous. 🙂

Warning by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purplepurpleand red
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 peoples’ 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 pickles for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats 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.


Quote of the day:
As I grow older and older And totter toward the tomb, I find that I care less and less Who goes to bed with whom. – Dorothy L. Sayers



One thought on “A poem for you:

  1. jekandhyd

    Gorgeous poem and the sentiments are spot on. The day I hit 40 (and it was a crash) I realised that you only live your life in one direction. When the day is gone you will never get it back. No-one, on their death bed, wishes that during their life they had less fun, less sex, less laughter, less excitement, less experiences but instead had spent more time doing the serious boring stuff we fill our time with. As long as it ain’t hurting anyone else, you owe it to yourself to do the things that will make you happy every day.

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