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?
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
Laid my head upon your chest
Your arms encircled me,
It was, My Love, as if we we
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
