24 August 2009

Growing old disgracefully

In the lovely spring weather today I found this bevy of beautiful ladies, all decked out in red and purple. I think they must have read this poem.

Growing old disgracefully....................................

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 candles, 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 pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts 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.


by Jenny Joseph

Every time I hear this poem I think of my mum's friend Francis. It was read at her funeral, while the snow fell soflty outside.

2 comments:

Katherine said...

SO nice to see the pics and hear of your adventures. It is never too early to wear purple.

retrorose said...

I love that poem. Haven't read it in years. How are you anyway. I have been a bit bold all summer(!) and haven't been on much, but I came back tonight and blogged again. I'll have to take some time and catch up with all yours.

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