The MIRROR
In the mirror I see a face;
Into two innocent eyes I gaze.
A wild child I see;
running around scraping his knee.
Life is so simple and good;
That's because I see my childhood.
Then....
In the mirror I see a face;
keeping up with jet age pace.
Fighting to reach work on time;
Cutting expenses to save each dime.
Trying to achieve everything he can;
That's because I see a young man.
Now...
In the mirror I see a face;
Trying vainly to keep up the chase.
With trembling hands the mirror I clean;
Hoping to see the face I had once seen.
That child that youth I now miss;
Ah! Those days were a bliss.
The old home is like a cage;
That's because I see my oldage?
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