Looking Glass

I grow old, I grow older and more

I’ll grow until finally I’m no more.

Tonight I exist, tomorrow I may not,

Time is passing by, tick-tock, tick-tock.

 

I look into the glass, and all I see,

Are the fine wrinkles and a soul to free,

Away from this world, an escape

Is all I need, and perhaps one last escapade.

 

I look into the glass, and all I see,

Is a shrunken man, simply let be,

But the heart stays young and strong;

Hope rises up and back down.

 

I’m growing old, I’m growing older

The looking glass is the evidence holder.

My heart has hope and strength all the time,

But it might let my body down at any time.