When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, 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 people’s gardens
Made me smile. Thank you!
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Glad it did ..
I can’t help giggling myself everytime I read it !
😀
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Love it!!
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Thank you Deborah.
It is actually a lady with a bike , a bronze statue in the forrest 🙂
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Als ik je persoonlijke foto goed interpreteer, zal dit visioen nog wel een tijdje op zich laten wachten. 😉
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photoshop 😉
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The hat is simple, yet elegant. It appears to be a bit heavy, though! Lovely image and prose.
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We’ve all worn that hat Michael ;-)..
Thank you for the humour you always seem to put in your comments , enjoy reading them 🙂
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That’s terrific!
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Thank you Phil, that’s so kind ! 🙂
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Ah Jenny Joseph – this is one of my favourite poems 🙂
The photo is fab and fits perfectly with the poem 🙂
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Have to admit Googled it, and did think they were a good match indeed 🙂
Thank you very much!
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Mooi zo met de tekst erbij. Tovert een lach op mijn gezicht.
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