The Mirror
Will you still love me
When I’m old and grey?
Or will you let me be
When my youth fades away?
Will you see past the wrinkled eyes
And the unwanted flab and fat?
In a blink time flies;
Will you forget me like that?
The lustre in my hair has gone,
My hands are steady no more.
Will you look past the wrong
And stay forevermore?
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