Old man in the mirror

An old man watches me through my mirror.

It couldn’t be clearer,

His days are gone.

Like his old hippie song.

Old man staring.

Still wanting, still caring.

Like the mirror’s a door.

And his eyes just a whore

Lost in the past.

Where time moved too fast.

And men would fight for the right to

Want something more.

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