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fredag den 20. august 2010

NÅR JEG BLIVER GAMMEL, VIL JEG GÅ I LILLA

For år tilbage faldt jeg over et digt om at blive gammel. Essensen af det var, at når man blev en gammel dame, så ville man hoppe op og falde ned på konventioner og i stedet gå i lilla, synge højt og have det SJOVT! Og det sluttede med, at det nok kunne være en meget god idé at starte nu, så ens venner stadig kunne kende én og ikke løb skrigende bort, når man blev gammel og begyndte at gå i lilla! :-) Jeg VED at jeg skrev det ned i min poesibog.... men nu kan jeg ikke huske hvor bogen er henne. Tante GOOGLE var med mig igen. Godt nok i en engelsk version, men den kan jo oversættes:

(Tak til denne blogger, der havde det liggende på sin blog. FEDE beton-ting i øvrigt!!!!)



http://cafeolivia.blogspot.com/
 
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat that 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 am tired And gobble up samples in shops and ring 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 sausages 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. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.