My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
