Not long ago, Connie of Hartwood Roses posted this excellent poem on her blog. It's been one of my favorites for years, but as I've gotten both older and more Goth, I love it even more. However, I've made a few changes to it, to celebrate my own metamorphosis.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple and black
With long red hair that isn't permed, and wigs that don't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on absinthe and black velvet dresses
And platform boots, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit on the hoods of fancy cars when I'm tired
And 'sunbathe' in the library and do crosswords in church
And dance with my cane on public streets
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in chiffon and velvet in the rain
And feed cats and pick flowers in cemeteries. And learn to swear.
I shall wear black t-shirts and corsets
And eat a pound of bacon at one go
Or only chocolates and potato chips for a week
And hoard bat necklaces and black nail polish and Halloween cards.
But now I must go to work every day
And pay the rent on time and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
I must pay my taxes and watch the news.
But I've started 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 and black.
So, what will YOU do when you are suddenly old?