What thirty years of marriage should have meant
I leave for aging women to decide,
But I’m not even tempted to repent
Or mollify my former blushing bride
With protestations that my new affair
Means nothing in the larger scheme of life,
Since now I’m doing things I’d never dare
To do with my own lawful wedded wife.
My current fling is most felicitous,
A passion play of mutual veneration,
For I’ve been found much more solicitous
Than members of my girlfriend’s generation.
They say that youth is wasted on the young,
And that’s a truth I’ve tasted with my tongue.