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?
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silen
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
There Is Always Hope In Friendship
It was a day in the life
Full of sadness and strife.
You never thought you'd make
I'm no longer whole
And sadly neither is he
We've been locked out by pain
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
