Jan 2015
Once upon my long ago, youth was wild and free
The mirror saw a life that stretched ahead
But now, reflection shows the life I’ve left in back of me
The memories are still fresh, inside my head.
The past love and the happiness, of days and years I've spent
Are there with all I've done, and what I've lost
I've paid for all time I've lived, and the mirror takes the rent
And weary eyes see all of what it's cost...
Reflection of a man who is still the man I was
Though time has changed the image that I see
Time will take its toll on youth, I know this all because
This mirror has shown all of this to me
Looking at myself I see not what others see
Everyone who's known me all this time
I notice all the changes, that have slowly come to me
Though can't be seen inside this lonely rhyme
Like seasons change from spring into summer, on to fall
The mirror shows the change in me as well
Standing silent, shining silver glass reveals it all
Some of these are things that I won’t tell
But I must give myself, to what time will bring me now
And thus, brings to all of us you'll find
The mirror opens up to us and changes us somehow
But I still feel the same inside my mind
If I could take time back, make it different, how could I
Change this life I've lived without you there
I don't know the answer, but the mirror asks me why
Reflection shows me just a cold, blank stare
Seeing things remembered, memories from years ago
The thoughts fill up my mind, but leave me here
Being and not being, is what the mirror shows
The image that I see leaves me in fear
I find that I'm two men now, one that looks and one looks back
The glare which blinds, so I turn from the light
And as I do the room will quickly fade to black
But one man stands there waiting, through the night
And in the morning I can see, I'm different overall
It happens with each morning I awake
No words are spoken, spirit broken, days and years will fall
I weep for all the things the mirror takes
Takes from me my youth and my ability to cope
With what I’ve lost or things I’ve failed to gain
I peer inside the glass, and gone are dreams and hope
And all that’s left within, are my remains
Am I the man outside the glass, or one who's locked inside
Old age has not left questions any clearer
I’ve learned over the years, it’s where loneliness resides
My youth is lost inside this dreadful mirror....
Dean Evans
3-27-08
The mirror saw a life that stretched ahead
But now, reflection shows the life I’ve left in back of me
The memories are still fresh, inside my head.
The past love and the happiness, of days and years I've spent
Are there with all I've done, and what I've lost
I've paid for all time I've lived, and the mirror takes the rent
And weary eyes see all of what it's cost...
Reflection of a man who is still the man I was
Though time has changed the image that I see
Time will take its toll on youth, I know this all because
This mirror has shown all of this to me
Looking at myself I see not what others see
Everyone who's known me all this time
I notice all the changes, that have slowly come to me
Though can't be seen inside this lonely rhyme
Like seasons change from spring into summer, on to fall
The mirror shows the change in me as well
Standing silent, shining silver glass reveals it all
Some of these are things that I won’t tell
But I must give myself, to what time will bring me now
And thus, brings to all of us you'll find
The mirror opens up to us and changes us somehow
But I still feel the same inside my mind
If I could take time back, make it different, how could I
Change this life I've lived without you there
I don't know the answer, but the mirror asks me why
Reflection shows me just a cold, blank stare
Seeing things remembered, memories from years ago
The thoughts fill up my mind, but leave me here
Being and not being, is what the mirror shows
The image that I see leaves me in fear
I find that I'm two men now, one that looks and one looks back
The glare which blinds, so I turn from the light
And as I do the room will quickly fade to black
But one man stands there waiting, through the night
And in the morning I can see, I'm different overall
It happens with each morning I awake
No words are spoken, spirit broken, days and years will fall
I weep for all the things the mirror takes
Takes from me my youth and my ability to cope
With what I’ve lost or things I’ve failed to gain
I peer inside the glass, and gone are dreams and hope
And all that’s left within, are my remains
Am I the man outside the glass, or one who's locked inside
Old age has not left questions any clearer
I’ve learned over the years, it’s where loneliness resides
My youth is lost inside this dreadful mirror....
Dean Evans
3-27-08
