What do you see when you look in the mirror,
as everyday passes you by.
Do you look older?
Or do you tell yourself lies.
Does it really matter how you look.
You should never judge the cover of a book.
Whats inside is what matters,
or so they say.
Nothing you can do,
just get on with your day.
The mirror never lies,
but who cares.
We are all spirits,
it is just the skin we bare.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
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