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?
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
Just Who You Are Its Important
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
