I looked in the mirror
And what did I see?
Who the hell was that
Looking back at me.
There was gray in her hair
And wrinkles on her face.
Her skin was all flushed
Like she just lost a race.
It might be a picture
But most pictures don't change
This one sure had
Her face ran a range
From a smile of greeting
To an aghast What The Hell?
This wasn't a picture
I could definitely tell.
Maybe its a window
To a place dark and cold.
To another dimension
To the land of the old.
Or maybe it's a mirror
And that face is mine
Yep that's my smile
Just starting to shine.
And that twinkle in the eyes
That would be me
This is a mirror
And the old broad I see
She's not so bad
She could be a lot worse
So quit thinking like that
Like your under a curse
Take each day as it comes
You've earned the gray on your head
And always remember
The alternative's dead.
