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?
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
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
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Ever since
I laid eyes on you,
I knew for a fact
This was a dream come tr
