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?
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
