Warning 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 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 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 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.
Some information....
The Red hat Society was formed and grew as a result of this poem. I heard about it in the chat room from a friend and had a look at their web site... http://www.redhatsociety.com/ that link will tak you to their offical web site, that way you can read more about it yourself. It sounds like fun and if your aged 50 or over you can join online.. if your under 50 you join the pink hats. It would be great to hear some feed back to those who are members or those who admitt to joining .. ha ha .. don't bother asking me folks I'm freaking forever ageless.
sam xx
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