I’ve at all times beloved this poem, an ode to non-comformity, by the Scottish creator Jenny Joseph:
When I’m an previous girl I shall put on purple
With a crimson hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t swimsuit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer time gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no cash for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement after I’m drained
And gobble up samples in retailers and press alarm bells
And run my stick alongside the general public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall exit in my slippers within the rain
And choose flowers in different folks’s gardens
And study to spit.
You’ll be able to put on horrible shirts and develop extra fats
And eat three kilos of sausages at a go
Or solely bread and pickle for every week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and issues in packing containers.
However now we should have garments that hold us dry
And pay our lease and never swear on the street
And set instance for the youngsters.
We should have mates to dinner and browse the papers.
However possibly I must practise somewhat now?
So individuals who know me should not too shocked and shocked
When all of a sudden I’m previous, and begin to put on purple.
I’ve reached the age that now I’m fairly glad I took her recommendation and practiced somewhat after I was youthful, so now of us should not too shocked. My neighbors know I’m innocent they usually don’t want to cover their kids, although they might sadly shake their heads and say “poor Karen” after I journey by on my recumbent or stride by with my Nordic poles or handweights.