I am not fat Nor fifty (plus) Nor bald Nor halfway (or more) Through my span of life, My earlobes are not grown, Nor are there bags Beneath my eyes, Wrinkles on my face Slack skin upon my hands, It's just the mirror tells me that is so, And it's lies, All lies, ****** lies...
Well we're all getting older. This reflects a conversation with my dad, and the bloke who was in MY mirror today....