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?
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
What do I see in you? Oh boy. Oh boy,
I see mountains and rivers a lifetime of joy,
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet
as l inhale the air that smells so sweet
<First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
