Men of a certain age

When I looked at these pictures that were taken at our anniversary party, it struck me how my husband and Denise's husband were wearing very similar polo shirts, it's obviously a fashion statement for me of a certain age ;-)
Then I noticed how Denise and I were both wearing a similar shade of purple and it reminded me of a poem I had read about ladies growing older. Now before I quote this poem, I have to point out that neither Denise or I are anywhere near the age that is referred to in the poem it's just the colour that prompted the connection. However, I do like the thought of acting inappropriately and getting away with it!

When I am an Old Woman I shall wear purple

by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

With a red hat that doesn't go and doesn't suit me

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

and satin candles and say we have no money for butter

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells

and run my stick along public railings

and make up for the sobriety of my youth

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other people's gardens

and learn to spit

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat

and eat three pounds of sausages at a go

or only bread and pickles for a week

and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

and pay our rent and not swear in the street

and set a good example for the children

We must have friends for dinner and read the papers

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple