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?
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
I have a heart and it's quite broken.
I read your words as if they were spoken.
Y
you have been my friend for a very long time
I asked you to bend and you made a rhyme
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
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