The Man In the Mirror

Shuffle out of bed and I struggle to my feet The night has left me heavy but sighing great relief Stumble to the mirror afraid of what I see The man in the mirror staring back at me I remember when he was just a boy asking many questions Life was so confusing every answer many reasons Now the days grow shorter and I see age upon my face Scares me half to death no more amazing grace After all the trials of life and happy times have gone In spite that fact I messed it up I have survived it all Through age has come true beauty now I can understand That man that’s in the mirror is me life’s meaning I comprehend