What’s your favourite poem? National Poetry Day 2015

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Well it’s that time of year and National Poetry Day is here again.¬† It’s hard to pick out a favourite poem as I have so many.
Would it be one of the many humorous ones or something more reflective such as “Remember Me” by Christina Rosetti¬†which I read¬†out as part of my eulogy to my Aunt Alma in 1998? Or one of the poems read out at my wedding to Andy?¬†We chose¬†“O tell me the truth about love” ¬†by W H Auden,¬†¬†“He wishes for the¬†cloths of heaven” by W B Yeats¬† and an amusing piece by Joyce Grenfell that a friend adapted to be about¬†our lives.

Poems are great for the highs and low points of your life. A great pick me up when you are stressed or¬† for when you are happy, sad or glad. Whatever the occasion there will be a poem to resonate with your feelings and circumstances. In the end I’ve chosen to share today “Warning by Jennie Jones” on how to grow old disgracefully. Maybe something we should all learn to do?¬†Here it is shared¬†as a video¬†including¬†images and cartoons. Enjoy :0)

Warning by Jenny Joseph

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 the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick 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 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 must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

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.

What is your favourite poem?  Please share