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?
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man starin
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
