Late Life Lust

Late in life lust comes so indiscreetly
After the blind routine kills everything
In its smooth odometer clicking way.
The time becomes years of weather changing;

The pendulum of steady windshield wipers
On the long way there and the long way back.
I lost my wife to kids and dirty diapers.
Most men do. I smile. She doesn't smile back.

Anyway, in the prison of my days
A phone call came. An old girlfriend's voice singing.
Her song was full of our old reckless ways
And my mind filled with bed headboard banging.

I love my wife and I will do what I must
But still I linger with this late life lust.