Old Luv

My wife's old lover comes to stay
and I don the benign smile.
He's a worthy soul,
she was young and wild, and I . . .
always a proponent
of "try before you buy"
have certainly thrown myself at worse.
To reach this sanguine state so soon
is a pleasant surprise to me.
To see myself in crystal ball
at mid-forties, with young wife in tow,
and no axes to grind
would have solicited
salacious sneers and flabbergasted
the horny incompetant I was at twenty.

And when the old flame
is a jolly dynamo,
as wise as a poet,
as threatening as a lamington,
Buddha meets Santa Clause;
And when soft arms embrace me
and the fire still burns below;
the benign smile rests easy
on the face,
a loyal friend sleeps
near the hearth,
all is quiet in the castle.