Repenting at Leisure

You've aged, old friend, you're old
now. No longer the virile man
with the perpetually wandering eye
you once were. As a man of the world,
are you happy? Satisfied with your choices?
Philandering did suit you well. Your
wife, younger by far and certainly
comelier than thou, not so much. She
tolerated in her love for you and the
comforts life with you offered as 
much as she could. But when your
flings transgressed flagrant she too
made a lifestyle adjustment, leaving
you, now that the children were mature.
A solitary life was not what you sought,
but no amount of promises and pledges
on your part of remorse and reform
convinced her to return to her lonely
husband, though she has seen fit
to forgive. Many years have passed
and  your anxious search for a 
replacement companion has failed
despite numerous rehearsals. Your
standards, admittedly, are high: the
freshness of youth, athleticism, style
and appearance all featured, but
candidates have failed. In despair, a
cat has jointed your silent household,
a delicate, most attractive and needy
feline, she is. Myriad trips abroad to
exotic far-off shores have broadened
your cosmopolitan perspective, enriched
the experiences of your life. But you
smile so infrequently and seem almost
morose at times. No need to respond,
the question was frivolously rhetorical;
just a reminder that we all make our
choices and live to regret them.