There is an old lady who lives in my mirror.
I wonder if others can see or hear her.
When I see my reflection while walking by,
That old lady in the mirror catches my eye.
Each new year that comes rolling around,
She looks a bit older and I am dumbfound.
I try not to stare because that would be rude.
I think she’s married, though I’ve not seen the dude.
My guess is that he really must fear her.
Why else would he let her live in a mirror?
I seldom see her face below the chin,
But if she was once… she’s no longer thin.
I’ve seen her cheeks expand through the years.
Her face is wider between her two ears.
I know I should be kind to elderly folk.
Now when I see one, no more fun shall I poke.
There is something that I hesitate to mention.
It’s something that really got my attention.
She looks so familiar when she comes into view.
A bit like my mother. Could that be true?
I’ve decided she really needs my acceptance
So I’ll give the mirror lady a little respectance.
God gave me this life and he wants me to live it.
I’ll get much more joy when I strive to give it.
Happy Birthday to me! Happy Birthday to me!
Today is my first day to be SEVENTY!