Mirror mirror on the wall
How the mightieth do fall
Once I saw a girl stood there
Now there's shades of grey in her hair
That carefree look and ruffled brow
Show time has not always been kind somehow
The smile shines out like photo in a frame
At least that appears to be the same
Cheekbones seem to appear less defined
Even Mother Nature on sagging jowls isn't kind
Peachy complexion, baby dew skin
Now lacks lustre and feels so thin
But still that young girl is evident and whole
We know eyes are the mirror to our soul
The childish behaviour and silliness and fun
Hey, hang on world, I've only just begun
