Mirror Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Your reflection is one I don't recall.
Who is this reflection staring back at me,
with his weather beaten face and distinct crow's feet?
Where once there was hair
there's now nothing up there.
All of the scalp's follicles it appears
has migrated to the nose and ears.
This reflection displays one of many years.
The image begins to shed some tears.
This can't possibly be yours truly.
I look like I've aged a century,
and then I'm struck with the hard cold reality.
I have more years behind than ahead of me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
I don't enjoy your reflection anymore at all.
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