Old Lady

When I’m an old lady, I will wear pink,

and blue and polka dots and stripes.

I’ll do it because it makes me

 happy and bubbly and puts

 a smile on strangers’ faces at 

 the supermarket and gas station.

(Nothing makes people smile as much 

 as crazy old ladies who don’t match 

 and don’t care. Except babies.

 Toothless, bubble-spitting, grinning 

  babies win the most smiles everywhere!)

 

I’ve tried to be elegant and classy throughout 

my careers and as a good responsible adult.

Really! I have!

I’ve just never seen able to carry it off very long because,

 you see, underneath it all I was always a little girl playing 

 dress up in someone else’s clothes.

 

Now that I’m an old lady, I can be myself!

I can be a princess or a

 garden gnome or a fairy whenever I want

 and I’ll enjoy every minute of my last 

  30 years!

 

My only question is…

Why can’t we do that our whole lives?

Why do we have to wait until we’re old?

 

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