I look in the mirror
And see an old face.
My youth has absconded
at a frightful pace.
Where is the bounce
that I had in my step?
It seems at a cliff, in
my life, it had leapt.
It seems only yesterday
My life was so full.
The business of children
And life was a whirl.
An old woman you see,
But my life is like yours,
Gone in a blink, not
keeping the scores.
Good times remembered
And always will be.
But sickness of heart
will be my final decree.
For people can see
in my eyes so clear,
That the way of my life
runs down my cheek,
(in a tear)
When I answer to God
I will hold my head low,
And hope that he sees
I have nowhere to go.
For life went so fast
Seemed I had no control.
Forgiveness I ask Him.
Please take my soul.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
I look in the mirror
And see an old face.
My youth has absconded
at a frightful pace.
Where is the bounce
that I had in my step?
It seems at a cliff, in
my life, it had leapt.
It seems only yesterday
My life was so full.
The business of children
And life was a whirl.
An old woman you see,
But my life is like yours,
Gone in a blink, not
keeping the scores.
Good times remembered
And always will be.
But sickness of heart
will be my final decree.
For people can see
in my eyes so clear,
That the way of my life
runs down my cheek,
(in a tear)
When I answer to God
I will hold my head low,
And hope that he sees
I have nowhere to go.
For life went so fast
Seemed I had no control.
Forgiveness I ask Him.
Please take my soul.
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