The Face In The Mirror

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.