Jenny Joseph Comments (15)

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How do I get permission to reprint her poem When I Am Old in my book?
Jenny Joseph (born 7 May 1932) is an English poet. She was born in Birmingham, and with a scholarship, studied English literature at St Hilda's College, Oxford (1950) . Her poems were first published when she was at university in the early 1950s. She became a journalist and worked for the Bedfordshire Times, the Oxford Mail and Drum Publications (Johannesburg, South Africa) . Joseph's best known poem, 'Warning', was written in 1961 and is included in her 1974 collection Rose In the Afternoon and The Oxford Book of Twentieth Century English Verse. 'Warning' was identified as the UK's 'most popular post-war poem' in a 1996 poll by the BBC. The second line was the inspiration for the Red Hat Society. Due to its popularity, an illustrated gift edition of 'Warning', first published by Souvenir Press Ltd in 1997, has now been reprinted 41 times. Her first book of poems, 'The Unlooked-for Season' won a Gregory Award in 1960 and she won a Cholmondeley Award for her second collection, 'Rose in the Afternoon' in 1974. (Wikipedia)
This is one of my favorite poems. It reminds me that the simple things are the most important and we forget to enjoy them. As I am aging and slowing down, I cherish the moment of a beautiful blue sky, sunrise or sunset and know that my memories and the love I received from others will be what I take with me when I pass to the next dimension.
As for Donna Jackson, what a boring old fart she already is, without knowing it. So tightly held by her magic pants! How funny! Donna thinks she gets it, bless her, but she is so far away from the truth even a Sat Nav couldn't rescue her!
I love this poem! It's all about saying to hell with responsibility! We've done that, our children have been brought up, we've had the responsible jobs, etc. Now, it's our turn. I'm already halfway there, having been asked to leave John Lewis, for playing on the escalators! Huge fun, and the staff members were laughing as much as me. I do need to learn to spit though, and whistle with my fingers in my mouth. Oh! And learn to play the saxophone. Ageing is inevitable, maturing is optional x so there. Nur.
In case earlier message not getting through - am seeking your permission to include When I Grow Old at the end of a long short story 'Earning Purple which i plan to publish soon. isabeldorastorey at gmail dot com
I liked the poem though it sounds funny. Old people do not care much for being dressed as models. Sometimes they do not have money to buy new clothes and they prefer to put on something old and comfortable for them.
Great poem.I nurse patients with dementia and recognise this attitude to life.They are great and thats what keeps them going!