I looked in the mirror this morning,
And there was a little tiny change,
An older look to my eyes,
My smile was foreign and strange.

My posture was straighter and taller,
My cheeks were thinner and slim.
I'm changing right before my eyes,
And every day I'm at the whim
of Whoever decides what I'll be
When I'm an adult someday.
When make believe no longer appeals to me,
And I've forgotten how to play.

So what I want to say to this elusive Whoever,
what I want to ask of this woman,
Is "Are all these changes the real me?
And is the real me who I am?"

I can’t really tell you
Just how it feels
It’s quite an adventure
To live in my shoes
It’s not all that easy
This much is true
I just know that I love you
In the way that I do

I cannot explain it
This song in my heart
But I’ll sing it for you dear
While ringing this bell
I’m chiming for you love
Don’t know how to tell you
That I’m lost in your magic
And caught in your spell

Come glide with me here now
We can take to the sky
To get lost in this moment
Is well worth the try
The measure of our treasure
Is so hard to define
Let’s love at our leisure
And ride on this tide

Like I said before
It’s hard to explain
These feelings I have for you
I haven’t the words
The memories I’ve made with you
Are stealing the night
These dreams I’ve shared with you
Are such a delight

The story’s not over
There’s plenty to say
Your heart is a magnet
That attracts me each day
I waltz in your laughter
And dream in your arms
I’m caught in your rapture
And your many sweet charms

At daybreak I awoke alone
With a sadness I could not quell,
Without a love to call my own,
And now, morning's waving farewell

No one pitied the tears that flowed,
Not one word cheered my dreary day;
Alone I walked this lonely road,
Watching the noon hours fade away

No one held me close to his heart,
No one looked at me lovingly;
No chance this pain will soon depart
Now that evening has been set free

To my lips no kiss found its way,
Alone I watched the setting sun;
No one said he loved me today,
And now ..... the day is done

He fell in love with her leaves, not her roots, so when autumn came he didn't know what to do.

those who say it's a beautiful feeling
to fall in love
have always been loved
in return

- p. winter

you found me
in a second hand store
on Lincoln Avenue

you bought me
for nine dollars and tax because
you thought I was a mandolin

you told Tryone, the clerk
who would sell me into slavery, your
wife always wanted one

you took me home to your
twelfth story apartment; I discovered
your wife was gone many years

but her photo on the living
room wall got to see me, and hear
your lament:

you wished you would have
found me seasons sooner--but my
strings were rusted even then

my last song played at a bar mitzvah
before your hair turned white, before
your wife's many colored regrets

you played me but once and didn't
like what I had to say--you tossed me
from your balcony to the street

I made the same flight your wife did,
landed in the same spot; yes, I suspect she was  
more a disappointed music lover than you