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Aging disgacefully


Musing:
From Warning by Jenny Joseph
"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."

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  1. This is a particulary favorite poem of mine...especially since I'm almost there. I can hardly wait to throw all caution to the wind!

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  2. I AM there and most certainly find it a wonderful poem. Must spit on the bricks in the courtyard first thing in the morning!

    Such a good photograph, Joan. Love it to bits ...

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