His wife has her favorite actors,
While actresses are his thing…
Sometimes they agree on who is key
While other times arguments ring.
When seeing older programs
His heart may flutter until…
He realizes those ladies,
Are older than him, still!
She seems to have a handle
On which actors she was sweet on…
But she realizes the difference,
Of memories of which she is fond.
He’s reticent in listing
All of the girls he found nice…
He got so many refusals,
That he almost never asked twice.
Certain memories kept to himself
He may never share…
Those are the most embarrassing,
That won’t be openly aired.
They sit and watch old movies
And TV shows for hours…
They each have their favorite persons,
Now wilted and gone like flowers.
—A (mostly) fictional tale by Jonathan Caswell