About this user
just old but still grooving !!!!
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When i am an old woman i shall wear purple,with a red hat that doesnt go and doesnt suit me.
And i shall spend my pension on brandy and summer glovesand satin sandals,and say we`ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when i am 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 peoples gardens and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible skirts and grow more fat ,and eat three pounds of sausages at one go
Or eat only bread and pickle for a week.
and hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us warm and dry.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends for dinner and read the papers.
But maybe i ought to practice a little now ?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised and think i have gone off my trolley !!!!
**************************************** Look Closer~see Me~
What do you see nurses ?
What do you see ?
Are you thinking when you are looking at me.
A crabbit old woman,not very wise
Uncertain of habit,with faraway eyes
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice "I do wish you`d try"
who seems not to notice the things that you do,And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not lets you do as you will.
With bathing and feeding the long day to fill,is that what you`re thinking,is that what you see ?
Then open your eyes nurse,
You`re not looking at ME !
I`ll tell you who i am as i sit here so still,
As i use your bidding,as i eat at your will.
I`m a small child of ten with father and mother,brother`s and sister`s who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet,dreaming that soon now a lover she`ll meet;
A bridge soon at twenty,my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows i promised to keep,
At twenty five now i have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home.
A young woman of thirty my young now grow fast, bound to each other with ties that should last :
At fourty my young ones now grown will soon be gone
But my man stays beside me to see i dont mourn;
At fifty once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead
I look to the future I shudder with dread.
For my young are all busy rearing young of their own
And i think of the years and the love i have known.
I`m an old woman now and nature is cruel;
`Tis her jest to make old age looklike a fool.
The body it crumbles,grace and vigour depart;
There now is a stone where once i had a heart;
But inside this old carcass a young girl she dwells
And now and again my battered heart swells
I remember the joys,I remember the pain;
And I`m loving and living my life all over again
I think of the years all to few-gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes nurses,open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman ~ LOOK CLOSER SEE ME !
