It was the wrong answer, but it sufficed,
I mean what did he have to lose, just roll the dice.
How do you respond to the wife when asked if she looks nice?
The dress is pushing out the seams,
The sleek gazelle now weighted down in the beams.
The wife had added the weight of age,
Wrinkles everywhere and on to the next stage.
Crinkles and crow’s feet crossed the aged face,
Gone now was the youth of long ago, age takes pace.
But his love for this creature was still supreme,
He mustered up the lie for he did not want to be mean.
And then in the mirror he saw them anew.
Two old people with an entirely different view.