Facing the Mirror

Who would believe I could be such an age My life has turned over, page after page So many seasons have passed me by I understand the saying "how time doth fly" I look in the mirror, what do I see? Some strange old lady looking back at me It doesn't show what I feel inside Behind the wrinkles a younger me does hide So much has happened in those years before Can't be much left for me in store The odds say for me , not much time left When I'm gone will any be bereft? Will any remember the things I've done Things of joy and sorrow under the sun Achievements and losses, highs and lows Even I can't remember how it all goes I've been abused and hated, pushed and shoved Cuddled and kissed, cared for and loved Experience must be my middle name I've been through it all, but not to my shame What happened to me wasn't always my choice Though sometimes I did follow the wrong voice But the good and the bad that happened to me Shaped me into the person you now see So I look in the mirror at the old face there And I can't help feeling it's a little unfair The spirit inside doesn't fit that sight Though my limbs feel heavy, my heart's still light My body is clumsy and hard to move But in my soul my feet still groove In my mind I dance and run free But my tired old body won't do it for me That image in the mirror that now looks old Was once a young girl, brave and bold Someone with dreams and deep fears Someone for whom had not lapsed all these years Someone who was lively and fair of face But that youngster had not yet found her place Ironically that place is here and now And so this old lady will soon take a bow.