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 a 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 will 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!

-From Warning - by Jenny Joseph -
- Written Out by - Elizabeth Lucas

The Midi playing is
"Until Tommorrow"
~ ~composed by Bruce Deboer
and used with permission
by
Bruce DeBoer