WHISTLING SHADE

'Lancelot and Guinevere' by Herbert Draper

Adultery

by Jacob M. Appel
  
How easy to pretend it isn't so,
To shrug off lies, to look the other way;
The spouse, they say, is always last to know.

I suppose it must have started long ago,
A fleeting glance that tempted you to stray. 
How easy to pretend it isn't so.

Or was it I that drove you to let go?
Some minor fault or reason for dismay? 
The spouse, they say, is always last to know.

And if I'd read the signs and caused a row?
Would putting up a fight have made you stay?
How easy to pretend it isn't so.

Even now I long to keep the status quo,
To wind the clocks back to a falser day. 
The spouse, they say, is always last to know.

The truth, of course, will always cast a glow,
Which only willful blindness keeps at bay.
The spouse, they say, is always last to know.
How easy to pretend that it is so.