A Fantastic Poem
This poem has been on my mind lately. Perhaps it is because I am 30 and my nephew just had his third birthday party, but I just love this poem and I wanted to share. It's an array of happy thoughts and a great reminder to cherish the things that you love to do, no matter how simple they may be. 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 the 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 beer...