There stands a lonely mirror
With glass of human size,
An ornate frame supports the claim
Of a picture made of lies.
I stand before this mirror
Gazing and enthralled,
For the girl I see before me
Can’t be me at all.
“Mirror you deceive me, ”
I tell it with a laugh,
“That girl was me ten years ago
Her looks have come and passed.”
Alas the picture didn’t change,
The girl stood fair and tall,
'Surely there are tricks at play
On this mirror on the wall.'
'That can't be me now can't you see,
I'm not so thin and tall,