Written in Dec 1989
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The old man in the mirror Looks like I will look some day. The old man in the mirror Needs to cry. |
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The old man in the mirror Has regrets for lost loves And loves that never were. I will not have such regrets. |
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The old man in the mirror Needs someone to say they love him. He cannot say that he loves himself. But he is loved. |
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The old man in the mirror fears death; The old man needs to believe In something besides himself He knows that he is nothing. |
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The old man in the mirror Has a tear in his eye; It is not self-pity It is a tear for every other lonely person In the world. A tear for every person in the world Who must die. |
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The old man in the mirror wishes That he could live forever, Learn forever, Learn infinitely; Learn infinity. Love infinitely; Love infinity And not have to miss it. |
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The old man in the mirror Is close to death; There is fear, and regret, and Passive understanding of mortality The old man in the mirror Looks me in the eye. |
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The old man in the mirror Looks at what I am And he says to me "You do not need to become me." "You do not need to regret." "You will live forever" "If you love the Lord" |
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The old man in the mirror looks sincere. I turn him off. That is not my way. |
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Death cannot be based on lies, just as life Cannot be based on lies. The old man in the mirror lied; The old man in the mirror set a trap I almost accepted the bait But that is not my way. |
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The old man in the mirror Knows that I will not be taken in by lies. Why does he lie, then? For my own good, he says. So I can be happy, he says. So I can sleep in the arms of the lord, he says. |
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I would like to believe The old man in the mirror. But I cannot. I cannot believe my own mother. I must believe what I think are the facts. People die, just as animals die. As everything on the earth dies. When they die, that is all. But that should not make death any harder; Acceptance of death is a personal thing. The old man in the mirror Wants it to be a universal thing. |
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I will never become The old man in the mirror. I hope that I never become The old man in the mirror. |
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