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?
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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Life's too short to be wasted.
It passes just once, so make the most out of it.
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I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
I light a torch and hold it high
It shines so bright it lights the sky
You see th
