...this poem is dedicated to my best and dearest friend Cindy, whom I love and
miss very much. Though we are far apart, she is never far from my heart...
I Shall Wear Purple
by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suite me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
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 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.
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