I have warned you in the past how I shall be when I am old.
“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 will most definitely be outrageous, difficult and undignified but not until I am old.
Imagine my surprise, therefore, when I looked in the mirror and saw this Old Woman looking out at me. I just had to share this other poem with you. I don’t know who wrote it or where it’s from but it just says how I felt earlier today.
A very weird thing has happened.
I have no idea who she is, where she came from, or how she got in.
I certainly didn’t invite her
All I know is that one day she wasn’t here…
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