The mirror by the door has an unfamiliar face
That is wrinkled and drawn, not with much grace
It looks haggard and old as I let out a big hiss
And I pass it by, wondering; who is this
One night as I began to wash my face
I noticed something familiar in my haste
That mirror by the door, it was plain to see
Was a reflection of this tired old me
As I wondered where my life had gone
I couldn't help but think, this is all wrong
I've worked hard each day planning for the next
And woke up frightened as I felt perplexed
Life has flown by and I had not even known
I had grown old, haggard and all alone
It hit me; I had made it and can finally retire
Realizing I'd lived my life on a hot wire
I had hurried and wrestled with the task at hand
Not realizing one day I'd no longer be a man
And my dreams of life in my golden years
Would be spent amongst other lonely peers
Sharing a room at the local rest home
Well at least I'm not living alone
I'll have no privacy and my prides out the door
As I look down below at the mess on the floor
Slow down, she said; take a look around
There is a life to live and joy abound
Smell the roses and love a little more
Before you find yourself on the rest home floor
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