I had to substitute as a moderator for a course these past two Saturdays and therefore
have missed (and really resented missing, I must say!) our Saturday morning cemetery
walk together. So, following up on D’s “rage” blog, I shall share a bit of one of my
favourite poems:
It’s called “Warning” by Jenny Josepth
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.
So there, I feel much better now! See you next Saturday
