“Should I be concerned?” the young man appealed,
“My wife makes me do it. She never yields.”
The old man smiled, remembering a time forgot,
When he was younger than him, and his blood ran hot.
“Not really.” The old man spoke in a counseling voice.
“Your wife offers you a magnanimous choice.
Would you prefer she strike out on her own?
Perhaps have strange men come to your home?”
“Oh, no!” said the young man with fear on his face.
“That’d be inappropriate and so out of place.
No. I’ll still do it though I don’t like it very much.
I feel like a fool to be used as her crutch.”
The old man nodded to show he understood.
A young man should share his wife if he could.
“Then off you go and be glad she includes,
You along with just one other dude.”
The young man sighed in a surrendering way,
Off to find a man so his wife could play.
He wondered which man he should choose.
When the old man volunteered, he didn’t refuse.
