The Times Are Golden

I work up the courage to get up look myself in the mirror,

My face once prettier than the Venus was now covered in wrinkles, 

Shifting my weight from one feet to another I go about the house, 

Watering the plants, cleaning the racks when two frail hands come and wrap me up, 

'Good Morning, my Venus' I hear him say, 

My lips pull at the corners, I smile, 

At times like these I still think, 

Ahh the times are Golden.