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?
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
I lay in my bed and think about you.
I love you so much' I don't know what to do.
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
In The Shadow Of Your Warm Love
In the shadow of your warm love
I feel so safe and secure,
And your soft, caring
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
