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?
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your go
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
