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?
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
You gave me light
In my darkest of days.
You showed me, love
In so many w
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
The friendship we have is so rare to find.
We hate to see each other in a bind.
W
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
