He looks in the mirror
He pulls at his skin
With a shiver no glimmer
Of who he had been
Had it been so long
How the years had flown past
It all seemed so wrong
Why does youth not last
His clear sight now going
His hearing impaired
His body now slowing
His harsh years laid bare
He wished he\'d been told
He wish he had known
That life is like gold
Not to be blown
To late to repair
The damage he\'d done
He whispered a prayer
His soul meet loved one