Shuddr2Think
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- Sep 24, 2000
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When I am an old woman,
I shall wear purple,
with a red hat that doesn't go,
and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy
and summer gloves,
and satin candles,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am 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 pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts
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.
**when i was 14, a dear friend of the family died, and it was rather sad, she was a crazy old lady, and she lived her life to the fullest, and at her funeral, they read this poem, and i had forgotten about it until this weekend.
anyhow. this is for her, and for me in 30 years.**
I shall wear purple,
with a red hat that doesn't go,
and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy
and summer gloves,
and satin candles,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am 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 pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts
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.
**when i was 14, a dear friend of the family died, and it was rather sad, she was a crazy old lady, and she lived her life to the fullest, and at her funeral, they read this poem, and i had forgotten about it until this weekend.
anyhow. this is for her, and for me in 30 years.**
e-girl, or anybody: how do you organize the stuff you print off?