( TN )
I am an old man 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.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,and eat three pounds of sausage
at a go ,Or 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
dry,and pay our rent and not swear in the street,and set a good example for
the children.We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.But maybe I
ought to practise a little now ?So people who know me are not to shocked and
surprised,when suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
I was born