When I am an old Woman

I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go and dosn't suit me. And  I shall spend my pension on Brandy and summer gloves and Satin sandals , and say we have no money for butter. And 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 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 peoples gardens, and learn to spit.

I shall wear terrible shirts, and grow fat, and eat three pounds of sausage at a go~

or only eat bread and pickes for a week~

& Hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.

But Meanwhile I must stay respectable and must not shame the children: they mind more , even than I do, being noticeable.

I will keep dry with sensible clothes & spend according to good value,and I will do what's best for the children!

But maybe I ought to practice a little now~so people who know me are not Too Shocked &Surprised

when suddenly I am old, and start to wear

Purple.

~Karen Weihs

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