The man in the mirror
Who can he be?
This man in the mirror
Can it possibly be me?
His taste for living so sweet
Still so many songs left unsung
Never thought what life was all about
Almost October before its begun
It doesn't matter how old he grows
As he watches his life go by
That face is a well written page
Just written by the pen of time
He hopes when he's been and gone
He leaves more right than wrong
Hopes there'll be someone to remember him
When he's a long time gone
This man in the mirror
Who's wise and never forgets
He looks in the mirror and smiles
This man with few regrets
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