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 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 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
poate nu sunt singura pe lumea asta care cauta un remediu anti-depasire, anti-limitare, anti-plafonare. in cazul meu se poate adauga si anti-rational. :P imi auto impun ziua mov o data pe saptamana, cand fac doar ce imi place. pentru ca stiu ca nu se poate tot timpul. se mai baga cineva?
3 comments:
decat sa dedici o zi intreaga lui purple, mai bine faci ceva ce iti place in fiecare zi...how's that??
pai cred ca fac ceva ce imi place in fiecare zi ca altfel as trai degeaba. :D dar vreau asa...o zi de rasfatz, poate e prea mult odata pe saptamana. :d
Eu ma bag la ziua Mov, sounds like fun ;))
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