When I Am Old

Talking with my near ninety year old mother this morning.  She was commenting on the balance of burdens and opportunities that come with aging.  Which called to mind this old favorite which I shared with her.

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When I Am Old.

by Jenny Joseph

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 sandals, 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 pickle 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 will have friends to dinner and read the papers.  

 

But maybe I ought to practise a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised,

When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!