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?
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
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