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?
Missing A Friend When I'm Locked Up
Another month has come,
But you're still so far away.
You're always in my heart
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
Observing the stars,
You came into mind.
I thought about your love for me.
<I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To
