laugh

When I am an old woman I will wear t-shirts and Mary Janes,
and I'll spend my pension on cd's
and stickers and flavoured lip gloss
and say I've no money to save.

I will bend the spines of library books
and takes naps on the beds in furniture stores
and cross at red lights and sing to myself whenever I like.

To make up for the abstinence of my youth,
I will blow the fluff off dandelions
and jump in mud puddles
and learn to laugh.