When I am a very old woman,
I shall wear red
with a hat that matches perfectly.
Should anyone object
I’ll gladly switch to a black one,
since black matches everything
and looks damn fabulous doing it.
My pension will be spent on bourbon
and silk shirts
and I will still have money for butter.
I have no sobriety of youth to make up for—
I who talk to the moon,
and dance in the rain.
When I am a very old woman
I will tend my own garden,
pick my own flowers,
and let my neighbors
keep their own.