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?
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Always and forever is so far away,
But know I'll stand by you for every last day,
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
I'm sorry for hurting you, like the way I do
I'm sorry for the hurtful things I always sa
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
