The Younger Wife

After ten years of marriage, he cast me aside, For a younger woman with bounce in her stride. He said he loved her, and she made him feel young. Then he said I was dated and too overstrung. So, I looked in my mirror to see what he saw And saw an old woman whose emotions were raw. Age took its toll and wrinkles don’t lie, What I saw in my mirror made my soul cry. By chance, two years later, we met on the street. He seemed evasive, and our eyes did not meet. But I just kept on looking to learn how he fared. (I still had fond memories of the decades we shared.) “Can we talk?” I said, when our eyes finally met. “I hope you’re now happy and have no regrets.” He thought for a moment, then looked far away, I could tell from that look he had nothing to say. Grasses are seductive on the wild side of fences, And failed relationships lack recompenses. Old stallions think wild grasses taste best, But they often find them hard to digest.