Mirror, Mirror

They say the mirror never lies
But I think it tells big porky pies

That cannot be me and I should know
It’s more like my mother and she’s passed on

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Where is the girl I once knew?
Who’s that woman staring back at me?
It’s some kind of reflection it can’t be me

Looking at a picture frame
A girl looks back with a beautiful mane
Her eyes are clear her face unlined
The prettiness of youth lost along the line

The passing of time how quickly it flows
It seems to pass before we know
Yet when we are young it goes so slow
Speeding up the older we grow

So taken for granted our precious gift
Guess the person in the mirror is not a myth
And when she’s washed and combed her hair
An attractive woman looks back at her

Counting my blessings, the canvas is clear
Just a little paint, a touch here and there
My eyes hold the mirror daring it to say
Who’s that old lady looking at me today?