vrijdag, maart 04, 2011

just a poem


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 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

4 opmerkingen:

Willy zei

Ik draag nu al purple!!!
Bevalt me prima!!

2smart zei

I just love that poem Emmy, you have reminded me of a doll I made to go with that poem some time ago, I have put a picture on my blog. Thanks for the memory!

Radka zei

I just love this poem! I wish I was so brave! I am probably not old enough yet, LOL!!

Anoniem zei

Maar ik ga niet op de grond spugen als ik later oud ben ...