When I look in a mirror I feel surprised to see
This ugly looking old fellow who is looking at me
He must be over sixty his balding head gray
And clearly he has known a far better day
A tired looking old bloke quite wrinkled and fat
It cannot be myself I am looking at
Perhaps from looking in mirrors I ought to refrain
I'd rather not see that old fellow again
The face in the mirror ugly to behold
It cannot be me I do not look that old
That it could be me I refuse to believe
I do not look that old my eyes me deceive
Each time I look in a mirror an old man I see
I wonder why he keeps on staring at me?
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