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?
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
There once was this girl.
She had the most beautiful face.
Her eyes shone like di
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
