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?
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift,
A friend is someone
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
