Is my old tired face, smiling at me
The frame is tarnished, the glass is cracked
As I go to my past, reminiscing back
From a new shiny mirror, on the wall
In the hands of a lady, young and tall
Was my baby self, with fat little feet
Covered in a soft, white, cotton sheet
From a mirror that hung for eight long years
I see a child with so many fears
The beautiful smile still etched upon
From the mirror that hung since I was born
From a mirror with a slightly aged frame
I see my young face, and it's not the same
A rebellious teenager stares at me
Black hair, brown eyes, a pout, I see
An older mirror, but yet the same one
Reflects the rays of the golden sun
As I stand in front, wedded in white
I see myself in a whole new light
The mirror gets older, as I too age
My life book opens at a brand new page
I see my baby son in my arms
From the mirror that reflects all the calm
The mirror with the glass, beginning to crack
Reflects my children with large back packs
Going out to the world, far away
The mirror seems to preserve each day
The age old mirror, since I was born
Hangs in its gilded frame, all alone
As my little grandchildren crowd around
And makes such a racket! Oh what a sound!
The time is passing, it has nearly gone out
The mirror reflected all, without a doubt
As life passed by, the mirror so clear
Reflected my smiles, my laughs and tears
And from a cracked old mirror, now I see
Is a life well spent, smiling at me
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