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 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 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 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 will have Friends to Dinner
and Read the Papers,But maybe I ought to
Practice a little now?
So People who know me are not
to Shocked and Surprised
When suddenly I am Old and start to Wear Purple.
~~~~~~~Author Unknown~~~~~~~~~
Who Will Take Grandma?
Who will take grandma? Who will it be?
All of us WANT her -- I'm sure you'll agree!
Let's call a meeting -- let's gather the clan.
Let's get it settled as soon as we can.
In such a big family there's certainly one
willing to give her a place in the sun!
Strange how we thought that she'd never wear out,
but see how she walks -- it's arthritis, no doubt,
Her eyesight is faded -- her memory's dim,
she's apt to insist on the silliest whim.
When people get older they become such a care!
She must have a home -- but the question is -- where?
Remember the days when she used to be spry?
Baked her own cookies and made her own pies?
Helped us with lessons and tended our seams,
kissed away troubles and mended our dreams?
Wonderful Grandma! We all loved her so!
Isn't it dreadful she's no place to go?
One little corner is all she would need,
A shoulder to cry on -- her bible to read,
A chair by the window with sun coming through,
some pretty spring flowers still covered with dew.
Who'll warm her with love so she won't mind the cold?
Oh, who will take Grandmother now that she's old?
What? Nobody wants her? Oh, yes, there is ONE,
willing to give her a place in the sun,
where she wont' have to worry or wonder or doubt,
and she won't be OUR problem to bother about.
Pretty soon now, God will give her a bed,
but who'll dry our tears when dear Grandma is dead?
A Point To Ponder:
One mother could take care of eight children, but eight children could not take care of one mother.
" Too much truth in that one, too!"
