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?
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Thei
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn't frighten me at all
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
