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?
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
The world just sometimes feels like
I don't fit and don't belong,
And even when I
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
