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?
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
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When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but be
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
Fumbling, stumbling,
around in the dark.
Fighting, igniting,
flames from
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves c
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
