You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fatĪnd hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.īut now we must have clothes that keep us dryĪnd pay our rent and not swear in the street I shall go out in my slippers in the rainĪnd pick flowers in other people's gardens
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tiredĪnd gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bellsĪnd run my stick along the public railingsĪnd make up for the sobriety of my youth. With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.Īnd I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer glovesĪnd satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter. When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
