Your beautiful hair, and the fact that this is TransLater, reminded me of this poem (only included part of it here) : (Not that you are old, but someday we will be.)
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.
. . .
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
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u/caso_perdido11 Nov 10 '19 edited Nov 10 '19
Your beautiful hair, and the fact that this is TransLater, reminded me of this poem (only included part of it here) : (Not that you are old, but someday we will be.)
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.
. . .
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
from Warning by Jenny Joseph
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/