Joe M. Funkhouser
There's an image in the mirror certainly can't be me.
I'm taller and younger don't you agree.
That fellow has gray hair that's mostly thin
Wrinkles and lines and doesn't have a grin. I've got to do something about that mirror so bright.
When I get ready for bed it tells me good night.
And then in the morning it looks like a mess,
You'd think I didn't sleep or get enough rest. I'll turn the lights down low so it won't stare.
The jokes on me I can't see to comb my hair.
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