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?
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
I Will Always Be There For You
I will always be there for you,
I am your little friend.
I will always be in love
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
We started as strangers.
We fell and became lovers.
We started with a, "Hi,"
From the moment our eyes met,
My soul could never forget.
You handed me your numb
