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?
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Time is like the wind,
Slow and smooth.
Time can change swiftly,
Fast and
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was fo
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Baby, when you hold me, my emotions makes it clear
Just how much you mean to me while we
