When I was looking in the mirror
I saw yet a face that was not famaliar
The face in which I thought was mine
Had faded and lost its bright sweet shine
That face that was happy always before
Had lost that smile and became such a bore
The sadness in the eyes
Seemed to have gained its size
And the softness of the skin
Had seemed to givin in
What was left of this once pretty face
Was nothing but utter disgrace
It was hard to see that though such short time
That the face had changed
And the face was mine