Midlife crisis

He’s finally flipped.
Things were fine for thirty years,
we had a mortgage and five kids.
But once the youngest had left home
he took off to Tibet.
He didn’t take any clothes
just a cloak that he’d designed and made.
He called it mother earth’s bed cover.
Now he spends his days spinning
a prayer wheel and meditating
beside snow-washed mountains.
He says he’s found the meaning of life.
Well, I told him, if he’s not back in six weeks
he can find another bloody wife.