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?
No Such Thing As Happy Endings
The first night they meet
He knew it to be true
This girl who lied before him
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
