Ode to a Red Hatter
Isn’t it lovely and simply divine?
To finally be fifty and not forty-nine?
Fifty has substance, fifty has style;
Now you can do things that make folks smile.
None of this nonsense talk of “over the hill”
Relax and have fun, just do what you will.
You can wear purple outfits and a silly red chapeau;
Trimmed in feathers and flowers, be always on the go.
None of that “old talk” for this active bunch;
It’s off to bingo, or a tea shop lunch.
We may have some aches; wrinkles may dot the skin;
But we’re in glorious shape, for the shape that we’re in.
We giggle and simper, gossip and tease;
Say what we feel, it’s us that we please.
You may find us silly; you may roll your eyes;
You may think purple, a strange disguise.
But purple is royal, it makes a grand show;
We have a Queen Mother; she is wise we all know.
So dust off the cobwebs and let’s have some fun.
Join The Red Hats, where new life has begun.
You can be an old fogey and sit on the side;
Or join all of us, wear our colors with pride.
That is our story; we hope you’ll agree;
Belonging to The Red Hats, is the best place to be……