National poetry month

Day 8 – the last line of my favorite poem is the first line of my poem

first, here is the one favorite poem i'm using today - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cACbzanitg

When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple

People will tell you that madness has finally overcome me

This woman was showing the signs all along, a pre-disposition

In behaviours and moods and rather odd eccentricities

World knows, we all like a weirdo in every group in every place

They question the lines and boxes and somehow

All of them have a sense of humour we can appreciate

But some people are far too gone, their minds too lost

Like this one, they’ll say

What kind of an old woman wears purple, a colour of youth

She’s in denial, they’ll say, with no insight, they’ll say

Of course, we’ll have to restructure her maladaptive beliefs

Teach her how to see her own self as an old woman

The old age colours will follow

Her self-concept shows an acute absence of self-awareness

And social and cultural norms seem lost on her

Maybe a medicine will eventually show her, how purple is to bright

For her now soon-to-be failing eyes

And how else are we to distinguish between her and young children

With her tiny height?

When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple

Come talk to me about madness and other things.