Repost: Taking the magic out of Christmas ... and bringing it back. Part 16.
Warning ~Jenny Joseph
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 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.
The poem you just read was one my Granny loved, it is a true testament of how important it is to have fun, dare to be different, and go against the norm just because you can. One thing I've always said about myself is that I am the epitome of my own self, meaning, I am the perfect example of myself and no one else. I feel it is important to just be yourself. Why try to be something you are not? Life is ever-changing, which means, we, too are ever-evolving. You never know what that next corner will have around it, so I try to live life to the fullest and to enjoy even the most mundane of moments.
Christine

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