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?
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
When you love and hold me without any fear
Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.
I want to run, I want to hide
From all the pain he caused inside.
I want to screa
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
I get this funny feeling way down deep inside.
My hands begin to shake whenever she walks
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
<Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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