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?
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
Opposites
I say yes and you say no
I say bye and you say hello
Butterfly'
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
