Hook, line and sinker

Lonely old men hunker in the shade,
spooling out a line, light glistening
on the spinner, trolling for a nibble.
“I remember …” “When I was young…”
each memory a juicy worm, and I,
wishing for more time to listen,
leap to my death.

Inspired by dVerse and GoDogGoCafe.
This is to explain why, whenever my husband leaves me alone for a moment in a public place, he comes back to find me talking to other men!