The Ladies Man and the Man's Lady

He was proud of all his conquests And the notches on his belt The number of bedrooms in which he spent one night And the satin sheets that he had felt Now his autumn years are empty Memories don’t take up too much space And the only reflections on his mirrored ceiling Are of an old man’s lonely face He wasn't much of a ladies man Knowing the touch of only one The girl who would say “yes” to him Give him three daughters and a son Now his autumn years are happy Full of enjoyment from his family’s life He wouldn't trade in for a thousand lovers His one and only wife