Who's been tampering with my mirror
It doesn't look the same
When I look in, someone else
Is looking out again.
It sure looks like my mother
But how can that be
She went home to be with God
The only one here is me.
I know my hair is not that gray
My figure is quite slim
When I look in the mirror
I wonder where I've been.
I didn't see the changes
I wonder when they came
My body's getting older
But my mind is still the same.
Copyright By: Carrie Kinyon 1997
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