I’m standing here just staring deep
Into a mirror at the face of a freak
I don’t see the same person I used to see
Just dark hollow eyes staring back at me
I’m a little girl lost in an old woman’s shell,
Trapped inside this tormenting hell
In my early twenties is where I still dwell
Believing, ‘til the mirror shows me my cell
Inside my minds eye I can do everything
Until my body reminds me I can’t do anything
Believe me when I say it’s a scary thing
When you realize you’re old and can do nothing
Having some fun and dancing with friends
Joking and laughing, the fun never ends
Then the mirror reminds me that I can’t pretend
And my world crashes down all over again
It’s hard being old with a young soul inside
Wasn’t it just yesterday I was a young bride?
I look at these wrinkles and just want to hide
From the constant reminder that I’m barely alive
Why can’t this old mirror just turn back the time
To those better days back in my prime?
When you grow old there’s no reason or rhyme
With just a handful of years to the end of the line
If you’re reading this poem from this weary soul
Take my advice and make it your goal
To look into a mirror before you get old
And remember this old woman’s story I’ve told.