by optimisticmeathlone, Westmeath, Ireland
May 2022 225 Views 1 comments
Getting old!
I saw the stranger, he walked through my house,
I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there,
I watched him as he went on his way,
I watched him, like he was here to stay,
And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there,
I watched him as he went on his way,
I watched him, like he was here to stay,
And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.
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Posted: May 2022
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