Let bygones be bygones,
As the old saying goes,
His wife upped and moved on,
Leaving behind her woes.
She hoped, a new city
Would help her to forget,
His wrath and others pity.
Her life clock she'd reset.
But he would not let go,
He was sure she'd come back,
To massage his ego.
Then, of time, he lost track.
Age soon took hold of him,
His gait became slower.
He no longer looked trim,
He would only glower.
The angel of death stopped
Right outside his main door.
A bombshell, she dropped
He'd have to up his score.
His wrongs outweighed his rights,
He was well within hell's range
And no berth on heaven flights,
He begged for time to change.
But she remained adamant -
When it's your time,it's your time,
He became more pliant,
He would lead a life sublime.
As she took him in her arms,
His nursemaid rushed to his bed
On hearing beeping alarms
But 'twas too late, he was dead.