The mirror heartless to the truth mocks the passing of our youth
When twilight years begin to rule we succumb to every facial tool
where is that virgin face? that caused so many hearts to race
And oh! those eyes that once did gleam now only shine with wrinkle cream
Is that reflection really me? will it pass its m.o.t?
For when that face no longer glows, l will stay the course but the mirror go's
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