I look at my hands
\nAnd wonder why
\nThey are old and battered
\nAnd I want to cry
\nInside I feel like I am twenty three
\nBut when I look in the mirror I see
\nA man who had aged so
\nIn just a few years
\nMy hair’s turning gray
\nAnd also my beard
\nMy teeth are not natural
\nAt night they come out
\nMy hearing is aided
\nMy eyes can’t see now
\nYou know maybe I am seeing
\nAnother you see
\nThe man in this mirror
\nCan’t certainly be me<\/p>\n
By Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
\u00a9 2001 Ronald Gainsford<\/p>\n
BY RGAI<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I look at my hands And wonder why They are old and battered And I want to cry Inside I feel like I am twenty three But when I look…<\/p>\n