Reflections

I look in the mirrow at the liines in my face, the hair turning gray and eyes growing dim; Time takes it's toll as you grow old. My body grows weak, and my mind is now dull. I turn away and think to myself, where did all the time go. I long for the time when I was young, happy, and life was sweet; I know soon my maker I will meet. My friends now are few, and life holds little pleasure. I want to find a way to recapture these treasures. My child has grown up, and now is gone, my wife has passed on; I think I ponder, oh what shall I do? I want someone to make me feel happy and free. Perhaps tomorrow this will come to me; Until then I'll do all that I can, to try to stand strong, and be a good man.