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This was one of the first poems this young lady sent to me

HI jenn...


I really thought you might want to have this one, even tho I still think
that you are as old as you make yourself be...

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesnt go, and doesnt suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say weve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when Im tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And rum 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 shirts on 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 practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple


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Meaning? well i guess it means, you are never too old or too young to
start doing anything, that maybe life is like a box of chocol.... duh!
sorry My brains is in dumb mode again...



Hugs, peace and love to you
A


 

More of This young lady's Poetry
the angel's garden


what's in the angel's garden
besides many wonderous things
what's in the angel's garden
besides the love she brings


there is hope and joy
prosperity
gumdrop colored roses
as far as the eye can see


in the angel's garden
dwells the pool of light
where everyone that sees it
knows that there all is right


and though the angel's garden
has all these wonderous things
without someone to share it with
it does not mean a thing


GOD saw that she was lonely
and with a smile upon his face
sent someone to her loving arms
to keep a saving grace


 


PRAYER TO THE ROSES
Roses, roses
Smiles and pain
Let me drain
Till I'm all just a stain
Let me turn into the sand
Scattered all across the land
Land of birth pain and mirth
Cast a spell leave me dwell
By the sea sad and free
Let my sleep
Be peaceful, deep
Let the Earth be my grave
As I listen to the waves
It will speak soft and slow
While the wind, the wind will blow
Late at night a star shell fall
>From the skies onto the sea
Where an angel shall arise
Candid glow within the night
Blissful flower of my sight
She will walk towards the shore
And her smile it will implore
That I take her hand in mine
And we^Òll fly Into the night
To a place Distant and bright
Where so many souls have gone
For whatever they have done.


Peace and love to you...
A @}}---


 




 
 
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