January 2009
8 posts
What I choose not to do
I could turn you...
Oh I’ve never met anyone quite like you...
Warning
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...
A love like yours will
surely come my way.