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?
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
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
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
