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?
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
First time we met,
We smiled laughed and played,
By the big Oak Tree in the back,
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
From the day that I first knew you,
Your heart was pure and kind;
Your smile was
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
