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?
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I Wished For Your Love On A Shooting Star
I wished for your love on a shooting star
and didn't think my wish would get too far.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
As long as the birds are singing,
As long as the fish can swim,
As long as the su
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
