| Everyday People | Warning!

One particular day, I perched myself at particular bus stop in Dalston and I lost myself in that frivolous activity that is “people watching”.

A particular old lady walked passed me. She had what looked like a G&T with a slice of lemon in one hand and bags of shopping dangling off her arms. She wore bight orange lipstick and her hair was done in waves and curls.

Watching her promenade up the high street, I realised that when it comes to aging, I am fearless!

She also made me think of this poem that I had heard an age ago:

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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 flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to 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
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 

 Poem by Jenny Joseph