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?
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
A little bit of laughter,
A little bit of tears,
A little bit of happiness,
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
