A Beautiful Poem with a Beautiful Thought

Yesterday, Indira and I had a comment chat and I mentioned the poem below and she said she would like to read it. I replied with the thought that, perhaps, it would make a good post. So here we are.

Let me mention in passing that no one responded to my scenario on the week’s writing contest, so I am not going to change it for now. The same goes for the country Guatemala. I may change that on into the week as that country is hard.

But, I think this poem speaks well for itself and I would only muck it up if I stuck all my commentary in it. Let’s suffice it to say that, since my stroke, I like purple a lot more.
_______________________________________
Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple

By Jenny Joseph

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.
_________________________________________

Namaste,
Scott