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?
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
The past you cannot forget or undo
The future is all we can look forward to.
&nbs
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
A friend is a person
who has always has your back,
a person
who has faith
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
&n
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
Tomorrow's Unrevealed Blessings
Never judge the situation by the appearance
But by the Creator, who has your best interes
