Summer vacation is finally here !!! and as is my custom each June when the year is done.. i tend to take a look back at the year.. evaluate my work.. my life.. my achievements and my failures. Yesterday's blog of "games people play" was a beginning.......
Then i was reading the poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph and i thought .. maybe just maybe.. i should start wearing more purple next year... try to keep life in prespective.. remind myself i really shouldn't be worrying anymore about 'proving' myself.. i made it.. i am here (where ever here is) and start to relax a little more.. eat more ice cream.. walk barefoot in the mud more.. you know what i mean...........
here is the poem for your reading enjoyment..... and who knows .. maybe you too will decide to wear more purple......
Warning
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.
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.
hugs sweetie...hope you are feeling better...
ReplyDeleteI tried to leave a comment a few times now on your Master's blog but I don't use a blogger account and was unable to...please send my best to him as well.
Be well and have a lovely weekend!
Words well written and understood by our brains now it is only the putting in practice that we need so that we enjoy our selves
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