Have you ever read poems, or quotes, and they pass by you like flies or mosquitoes, and you swat them away in recognition that they may apply to some, but they aren’t for you? And then, years later, you see them anew. Why? Because you’re ready. One such poem, as I steel myself for the big 5-0, suddenly hit me in the gut today. What are you waiting for? How about you, friend who is even younger than me? Why not get a head start?
: : By 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 the flowers in other people’s gardens . . .
: : 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.