The Guy in The Mirror

Who is the guy in the mirror

The one who is old grey and fat

One thing is certain it cannot be me

I’d pass for a young 23

So, who is that guy in the mirror

Who stares from the mirror at me

Perhaps it’s an image of days long ago

I’ll tell him to keep on his cap.

I’m sure it was yesterday evening

I went to play games with my friends

When mum called me in

I fell from a tree

And then I became sixty-three.

I never was one for Botox

I’d rather you saw what I felt

That grey in your hair

Whenever it comes

Is really the crown; to be fair.

So back to mirror that shocked me

The old man staring at me

At least he’s a friend

I’ve known him for years

His old face laughing at me.