I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A bonny baby looking back at me
With happy smile and toothless grin
A child of innocence who knows no sin
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A fair haired child looking back at me
Playing with toys and imagining
What this life holds in store for him
I look in the mirror and what do I see
A young man with my life ahead of me
With ideas and strength to conquer the world
Going forth into battle with flag unfurled
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A broken man with injuries
I gave my body and answered the call
I fought the battle and gave my all
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
An old man crippled and cannot see
My strength is gone, my day is done
As my life slips away in the setting sun.
Jay Cee
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