Straight From The Hart

  When I am an old woman, I will wear purple! Yes, and hot pink with roses that smell (if you scratch them) so wonderfully well! I shall wear my purple and pink in the fall and not worry should 'looks' follow, wherever I stall. On the sidewalk or street bench I'll sit in the sun, and never get up until I am done. Yes, wearing purple I'll feel such a queen, and won't mind a bit when some watch me preen. In fact, I'll enjoy a sneak peak now and then just to see if they wonder, and smile once again. I'll wear my bright purple and feed squirrels and birds, enjoying their friendship without any words. Yes, sharing these songs of the feathered and furry, I'll hear all the sounds of this world without worry. Green leaves rustle tunes for each season they last, till winter has come and their sound is all past. Those greyed branches that tremble and lift to the sky are rooted in earth that holds spring's bright sigh! So, aging and newness walk life altogether...