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?
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
