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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Since I've grown old (my version of Jenny Joseph's most wonderful poem, 'When I am old I shall wear purple! ')</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Since I've grown old my belly pops out<br>though I don't care these days, <br>and find comfort in the wobbling.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Since I've grown old, my body aches<br>in places that I never knew I had, <br>yet I take pleasure in the aching.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is time enough to feel no pain<br>when I am dead. At least I know<br>I am alive, the pain reminds me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To moan and be outspoken is what I fancy<br>and I am _ to annoy my children<br>and my grandchildren and some.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What good is it to be old and silent, <br>to sit in a chair, rocking to and fro <br>without a gripe or a fart or both! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No, I like to let the world know I'm here, <br>and after all these years of staying quiet, <br>to argue my point a little and snarl! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Since I've grown old my skin has creases<br>where there used to be bloom and colour<br>and young men complimented me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Seems like only yesterday I held you close<br>let you suckle from my tiny breasts<br>that are huge now they are of no use.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Men will say, 'look at the knockers on that'<br>as I lie on the beach, sunbathing<br>with a newspaper over my head…..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">so I'll cackle and laugh and swear at them, <br>throw my stick at them and tell them to <br>behave ____ for now I am old.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a></strong></div>

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