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.
~by Jenny Joseph~
Eks-Sonkind 
Hi,
Love your site. I’m having Brian ( a friend of Vladamir’s) tweak the Blue Grace theme a bit. I really like the very light blue background you have. Do you know the html color # for that?
Great visually appealing site!
Warmest Regards,
Dan Lynch
Wow!
Dis ‘n ongelooflike mooi gedig!
Ek voel soms net so oor die lewe – so moeg vir die sogenaamde sosiaal korrekte gedrag!
Ek kan myself in pers sien – met ‘n rooi hoed en ek het al die satyn slippers
pragtig pragtig, jong dis nou ek daai een. soos die ou buurman langs aan wat elke oggend buitekant gaan en teen die vrugteboom water afslaan, ten aanskoue van almal. ek het ook maar net gese, jong ons almal wou al so iets aanvang, is net te bang wat gaan die mense dan nou se. wel, hy het nou daardie ouderdom bereik waar hy seker dink en voel, ek het nou genoeg gehad van altyd moet ander mense plesier, nie te doen wat nou sosiaal aanvaarbaar is nie en wel die vrugteboom is afterall in sy eie erf en dis sy eie boom. te kostelik.