I look in the mirror, what do I see?

Someone else looking back at me.

I've been busy all day, never given it a thought

As I still feel so young at heart.

But now the mirror is telling a different tale

What's happened to my skin, it's gone so pale?

I daren't count those wrinkles, I'd be here all night

Maybe I'd better, just turn out the light. By M Pilkington

Fairfields

Egerton

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